Poetic Endeavors
It can be tough being a shy kid. Being shy as an adult can prove to be just as challenging. The best one can do is hide it behind some talent or strength. For me, that is photography. The poetry on these pages, though heartfelt, is purely hobby (theraputic) much like painting-by-numbers.
Two Friends at Lunch was the very first poem I wrote as an adult. I had spent thirteen years of my young adult life caught in isolated adoration of a girl I knew from high school. My failure to be stronger than my shyness prevented whatever opportunity may had once existed early on for a relationship. By the time I awkwardly expressed my interest in her it was way too late. I never forgave my inability to tell the girl that I felt such strong emotions for her. Two Friends at Lunch is written about meeting her for lunch thirteen years later. It is the only poem I wrote about her. Subsequent poems are written about others, and are listed on the right column.
I have recently been participating in a poetry writing class at a local community college. This is my first class ever on the subject of writing poetry. The class has been quite enjoyable! Hopefully it will also prove to be beneficial and improve on the words that I type under the heading of poetry. I also hope to expand my poetry to topics beyond relationships, such as the beauty found in nature.
Two Friends at Lunch
Adventures to tell. The smile on her face. Maybe she'll see them without any words. Across a small table, our hearts within reach. A chance has been given, life's answered my prayers. But it's just two friends at lunch you see.
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Yes I Still Do
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