Which is more difficult: to create adult friends as an adult or to create a writing group with writers?

Hence this blog. I want this blog to be a space of sharing work and receiving feedback.

I had written this poem as a queued post on my tumblr.

It’s alright, or so I think. I wrote it when I had come back from visiting home, back in Alberta. 

There is a lake that served as both a place of refuge and magic during my tumultuous and angsty teenage years. Beautiful walking trails and deep woods. The lake is long and oval and brings to my mind a smooth mirror that perfectly reflects the sky. In early dawn the Canadian geese come in the approaching crisp days of fall. 

I hadn’t visited home in the fall this time around, but as I took a walk around the lake soaking in the familiar yet ever new sights, my mind made a connection between the geeses’ serene glide across the water to thoughts settling in my mind.

Anyway, here’s an excerpt from my poem. 

Perhaps how

Geese, cold from norths away

Settle onto mirror smooth

Pre-dawn blue lakes

 . . . 

Flap, propel and call, echoes strung on 

Cool breaths of evergreen and granite

And so drift up and away as leaves of memory

. . . 

So do dreams

And thoughts

Touch down in deep pockets

In hushed, secret places

. . . 

Dwell

And then so do fly away 

At the breaking of the day

I kinda go on and on in my original draft and lose the thread amid flowery language. Anyway, this poem is about thought, reflection, reminiscing, and melancholy. 

But what I intend may not be what the reader derives. 

Let me know what you think? 

Thanks 😊

Pax