Today Marks A Year Since I've Started This Blog. I'm Thrilled To Express My Appreciation To All The Wonderful

Today marks a year since I've started this blog. I'm thrilled to express my appreciation to all the wonderful people I've met here.

Last Feb 1st, I had little idea where this poetry writing pursuit would lead to but then that's art. We do it because we love it, no matter where it leads us.

Over the year, so much has changed yet some things stayed the same like they always do. Through it all, there has been so much support from the community of poets, writers and artists. I hope we keep supporting each other this way.

This blog is open to prompts, collaborations and is a safe space ♡

Love,

The Creaky Writer

Anticipation

Days spent in a haze

With anticipation the hours glaze

Along with the hurrying wind

Racing and hurtling with adventure it brimmed

Nearing the nightfall and a thousand moments later

The midnight sea roars as it does with ardor

Sleepless nights and starless skies

A void showing the deepest possibilities that belie

-The Creaky Writer

“𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘐’𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨.”

-𝘑𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘚𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘍𝘰𝘦𝘳

Our planet has finished another lap round the sun and while it did, billions of stories occurred through our experiences and actions.

As we live through them, walk, run, fall and fly, I wish you all a happy new year.

I hope you usher in 2022 with the ever relentless hope and have a great year 🌌 ✨

Strum Of The Strings

There goes the melody

That tugs at the strings of hearts

Craves the companionship of nobody

A beckoning of the calm it imparts

With backs bent double over stress

And mind laden with worry

A note to elate from the distress

Disguised as melancholy’s place of bury

As the sweet tantalizing of the strum

Promises tunes soothing to the soul

No matter what tongue it comes from

So competent of making a part whole

An ocean of emotion you may feel

A thousand feelings to the forth it brings

To hear and to heal

There’s nothing you can’t express with the strum of the strings

Where I Would

Winter sun shone on the path laid on the expanse

Where I would take a breath of life

Each day, as if it were another chance

The mighty oaks casting their cool shade

Where I would amble across

And cherish all the moments lest they fade

At the end of the ledge was a wall

Where I would find merriment plenteous

My friends keeping afloat through it all

Walled nostalgia of the classroom hit like a whiff

Where I would find the nexus to the world outside

How I wish I could turn back time, only if

There, I have visited my school, a couple autumns later

Where I dreamt and hoped and grew

Sought anything that would promise wonder