smiles and cuteness
ready for the future
Author: Georgia Tell
Poem #426
good day
great day
amazing day
good people
great people
amazing people
Poem #425
electrician crawls under house
sand dirties his messy uniform
halfway through his job
he collapses and rests his head
among the dirt and cobwebs
he sleeps like he never has
Poem #424
man with a worn bowler hat
spends his life reading
he sits among book towers
escaping with Tom
he eats orange Jell-O and crackers
falling in love with Brontë
he lays in an adjustable bed
drinking tea with Alice
loves his adventures
man with beige slipper-socks
Poem #423
dark black spider
lived under the bathmat
his whole life
no one bugged him
until one day
brunette with spray bottle
swiped away his home
he barely got away
Poem #422
paint under my fingernails
tired behind my eyes
brain outside my head
Poem #421
bad day
sleep more
You’re A Bad Poet, And That’s Okay

You’re a terrible poet. You’re also an awesome poet whose writing touches people (this all assumes you’re reading this post because it’s relevant to you).
For example, I’m in a poetry class that has a lot of workshops where read and critique each other’s poems. Sometimes my classmates love my poems, sometimes they don’t. The same is true of their poetry.
It’s the name of the game with art that you can’t be universally loved. Not everyone loves van Gogh. Not everyone loves Monet. Not everyone loves Silverstein. But there are many people who like van Gogh and Monet and Silverstein.
I adore Silverstein’s poetry. I’m a huge fan. I couldn’t put Where the Sidewalk Ends down when I was a tween. The binding even started falling apart from so much use. However, I have met people who don’t love Shel Silverstein. Just like there will be people that don’t like my poetry and my writing.
Style in writing and art is highly subjective. As much as I would love to be profuse and literary and full of description and emotion, my poetry is meant to be read with an even cadence and lots of silence. Some people will love it! I get feedback from my classmates that they think my poetry is great (we do have a class rule about being positive, just full disclosure), which is way more important than the folks who just don’t jive with my style.
So, please, don’t get down on yourself if someone criticizes your poetry. Someone likes it. That someone might be me or your mom or some retired man in Wisconsin. You can do this! So can I!
Enjoy this wonderfully positive and gentle video of the great painter: Bob Ross! As he says, “you’ll make beautiful things!”
Feel free to send me your poetry on my contact page or on Twitter @GeorgiaTell!
Free Poems #3 – Finding Peace of Mind
I had another request for a #freepoem on Twitter! This time the person kind of gave me a larger realm to work with: life struggles and finding peace of mind. I’ll admit having such a broad topic made this one a little harder, so I searched my personal experience to come up with my version of peace of mind.
Calming down after a long and busy day is a Herculean task, especially for me. I was doing NaNoWriMo this month, but I had to stop because I was getting snappy with the people I love — mind you, I finally found a method that works for me… voice-to-text, and I was certain I’d be able to finish this month. As a result, I’ve been trying to appreciate the small calm moments that happen all the time, and that’s what this poem is about:
momentary pause
you find it everywhere
among hassle and chaosit is the green light
on the busy commute home
a breath let out as you
take your foot off the brakeyou find it everywhere
among toil and discordit is the slide of the deadbolt
in your front door
quiet at last as you
shut out the world for the nightyou find it everywhere
among strife and troubleit is the heavy unconscious
on the 300 count sheets
sleep slips in as you
drift peacefully away from the struggle
Thank you for reading! Feel free to request a #freepoem from me on Twitter or on my contact page!
Poem #420
cat burrows deep
into a cave
of human possessions
doesn’t come out
until humans leave
