I’ve started writing in a diary. I’ve found I like the senseless entries, writing whatever comes to my mind, confessing secrets, knowing no one is ever going to read these words (hopefully). One of my favorite teachers back in college used to tell us to write for 15 minutes a day, no matter what it was. The whole point was to develop the discipline to write. I used to write lists of what I did that day or complain about my homework. But then I finished that class and the journal entries stopped.
About two months ago I started them again, maybe not every single day, but whenever I feel like it. This poem is inspired by what I wrote in my journal today during my lunch break, scribbles about it being February and how it’s the month of love. It provoked a particular memory, something profound that happened to me in a February past, and before I knew it, I’d written this poem.
What do you think of when you think of February?
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When I think of February I think, “January is over One month further away yet one month closer to the nightmare of the Christmas season.” As you can see, I don’t put too much thought to February and the overrated Valentine’s Day. Just like Christmas, if one is in a relationship, then every day should be Valentine’s Day. I liked your poem and your thoughts about writing a journal. If you want to write then write, write, write…
Thanks so much! And write I shall!
Yes, please keep writing. I enjoy poets who can take simple experiences and bring them to life with a whole knew perspective. These perspectives often give me much more than deep, abstract poems. Thank you for writing and being who you are.
Thanks for appreciating who I am!
The color red.
I like that.
Hearts, red hearts and chocolates 🙂
So basically Hallmark during valentines day! Haha
Can’t help it when everywhere I shop displays are full of it, but I don’t give or get any 🙂
I don’t either. Kindred spirits
My birthday. 😳
Thanks. It will be here soon enough…..
Wonderful poem and kudos for the discipline of daily writing! When I think of February I think one month closer to spring!
Thank you! And I think of that too! Spring can’t come soon enough.
I always liked February for long ago I was only paid once a month an it’s the shortest one
I think wishes are fanciful, much like mascara. lol liked the poem tho. and February, I think about the birth of my first son, he was a month and a half late, I broke records around the world that year and was never so glad to give birth! lol
Whoa I’ve never heard of someone carrying a baby that long. I can’t even imagine!
lol, they say some women in Alaska go 10 months, due to the long seasons or something, but I broke even their records!!! he was just having too much fun swimming around inside me, to want to come out!! lol he walked and talked in almost complete sentences by the time he was 9 months old, or so…. he was overcooked!!! lmao I love him to pieces… but I never let him forget it!!!!!!!
Hahaha that’s such a great story! Thank you for sharing it with me!
I have severe pollen allergies, so I see February as a reprieve from clogged sinuses. I think of the sharpness of the cold air whistling in my nose, and how clean and clear the air seems.
I love this one, it’s definitely one of your best. Keep writing.
Thank you! I will!
I look forward to more 🙂
February is the dead of winter.
And yet on my land the California grass has been fooled into spring