After great trepidation and internal debate, I have decided to include poetry on Eleventyone Blog. I hadn’t intended to have poems on here, but I’m about halfway through writing my first one in a very long time and I got locked up when I started to wonder if I should post it. (Coming soon: an essay on not getting ahead of yourself.) In the list of reasons I chose the name Eleventyone I explained how it keeps things wide open. Well, I’m not going to start setting limits a few weeks later. So I present to you an old poem of mine:
I’d just watch clouds all day
drifting across the sky
Very short, I know. I thought we’d enter into this easily, just dip our toes in and test the water. My trepidation about posting poetry on here is two fold. One, I’m afraid my poetry sucks. But I’m afraid all my work sucks so I can’t let that stop me. But the second reason I have doubts about putting poems up here is the idea that you, dear reader, might not like poetry in general. But I’m encouraging us both to stretch here. I put up that tiny poem, why not give it a try. Please, read it out loud a couple times, hear the rhythm with your ears, feel the sounds forming in your mouth. It might be the shortest thing I’ve written and it’s one of my favorites. It reminds me of a lazy summer day, not too hot, laying out on the grass with a gentle breeze blowing and a great big sky above. Plus it let’s me turn laziness into art.
It also reminds me of a project my friend did over at Unraveling the Mystery. Check out her Cloud Study, where she took a picture of the sky every day for a month, I really love it: