Morbid Poetry that Rhymes

I would like to tell you a little something about my daughter.  She has always been an extraordinary poet.  She would have assignments for school to write poetry as far back as I can remember (probably middle school)  and could write something within a matter of minutes that would blow her teachers (and me) away.  I would encourage her to write on her own and keep a journal, but she would always say the same thing,  "I don't like writing poetry, Mom".  This was definitely NOT music to my ears; I saw the talent she had and it crushed my motherly soul.

In the last year, my daughter has grown considerably as a person and what an incredible person at that.  She has now started writing poetry on her own.  Jumps for joy!  What I find funny, though, is that she has such an easy time rhyming her poetry and she struggles writing WITHOUT rhyming.  When I write, I struggle to rhyme and rarely do it.  In fact, I think out of the 300 poems I have written only two actually rhyme.  Needless to say, we are opposite on that front.

She has just started a new blog that she will be adding some of her poetry to as well as other posts, so I highly recommend you check it out:

Mollie-Esque

Just to show you that my talents do NOT lie in rhyming poetry, I thought I'd share with you one of my very morbid poems I wrote in 2008. Let's just say that I was not in a happy place.

Dead on a Sunday

swallowing our poison

on the count of three

a romeo and juliet

of echoing pleas

tastes of bittersweet

still guiding me

i am swimming in circles

and drowning at sea

we will die together

in a mystery

dead on a sunday

'twas meant to be

2/28/08

There is no particular reason for this picture.
I just thought it was super cool.