Transitioning into something more poetic

As one door closes another opens. So as I end this cohort experience, this blog needs to shift gears from the thoughts about our cohort to the poetry of a budding writer.

Over the past four years, I have been toying with writing a book. In fact, I have been writing a book of poetry. The working title is called: A Deeper Understanding of the Scratch: Poetry for Men. Now before the walls of poetic injustice fly up, please know that this a bathroom book, a humorous attempt by me to make fun of the middle - mediocrity, my waistline, suburbia, fatherhood, and being a husband. So I thought I would share the opening poem entitled "Hold Me." The original title was more abrasive, "Literary Masterbations," but my wife thought it to garrish.

As I compose (weekly hopefully) further portions of this project, I look forward to your contributions and comments - good and bad. Any good writer worth his salt looks for a good editor, I hope you will be mine. So here is to the scratch . . .

Hold Me

For years
I've turned my phrases
I've twisted my verse
I've honed my prose
Discovering my-self.

For years
Behind closed doors
Between stained sheets
Under expecting shadows
Searching my - voice.

For years
Splattering intimacy
Thrusting emotion
Forcing existence
Blazing my - identity

For years
On spiral lined pages
On formalized parchment
On soaked cocktail napkins
Journaling my - world.

For this
intimacy,
expectation,
moment,
this now.