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Decisions (National Poetry Writing Month 2018 #30)   Leave a comment

I’m staring out at my future
And I’m full of indecision.
Caught between doing what is right
And what is convenient for me.

The right is a road untraveled,
Unpaved, unknown, and uncertain.
It frightens me with possibility
With the difficult path it promises.

The left is a well paved road.
Well intentioned and familiar bricks;
A path inviting me tread upon it,
Easy and lacking any challenge.

I see the choice laid out before me.
The best in me knows the hard path is best
But inside I know I, most likely,
I will choose the path of least resistance.

– Shaman Romney 2018

Dropoff (National Poetry Writing Month 2017 #30)   Leave a comment

There isn’t much to say
We’ve known each other for 8 years
But don’t have much in common
Except for one important thing
Since she is busy watching My Little Pony
I’ll just say goodbye and go.

– Shaman Romney 2017

Posted 04/30/2017 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2017

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The End (National Poetry Writing Month #30)   Leave a comment

So now we come to the end
My friend
Of the poetry I penned
This month was a great dividend
Of my poetic legend
(Or so I pretend)

This time that I spend
Trying to comprehend
My poetic bend
Was a way to transcend
Or at least extend
This final bookend
Of a poem.

– Shaman Romney 2016

Posted 04/30/2016 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2016

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The End (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #30)   Leave a comment

I am not even going to pretend
That I’m not a relieved to be at the end
Although, for poetry, i have a proclivity
This month has definitely taxed my creativity.
I truly feel like I’ve run out of words to say.
I almost couldn’t write a poem today.
And so with that, I bid you adieu
30 poems done, it feels good to be through.

– Shaman Romney 2015

Posted 04/30/2015 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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Unfulfilled Excitement   Leave a comment

Unfulfilled Excitement
Forever the bystander
Experiences had by others
While life passes by,
A blur.

A negative experience
Destroys innocence
Disgustedly I only feel
“Why wasn’t it me?”
“Why wasn’t it me?”

Shaman Romney 2014

Posted 04/30/2014 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2014, Poetry

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