I don't write poems that often. I love writing, particularly fiction, but poems so often seem forced and unnatural. When I do write poetry it is often rather formless. I can't keep metrics straight, I rarely rhyme, and I just generally prefer the sounds of alliteration to those of meter or rhyme.

I don't know how to describe this poem and I'm not sure if I want to say too much or too little. I don't know where I am at the moment on anything. Things are crazy right now. Don't read it, because it probably isn't very good. I post it here so that I won't forget it.

I had become weary and nearly despondent
The weather of my daily routine had become a dismal gray sleet
Sometimes I don’t know who I am or why I do what I do
Sometimes I transmogrify leaden emotions into pure bathetic gold
Up ahead I could see nothing but hail storms of responsibility
All it takes is your smile and your laugh
A ray of sunshine in my cramped calendar is all I ever want
Sometimes I wish I could lose myself in the ocean of your eyes
Sometimes I wonder what I must do to have the nerve to tell you
Around you I don’t notice the gray clouds in the sky
Our deliberate gathering filled my days this week
It was a heat wave of warm, low pressure winds to battle the cold
Now I wish I had been able to ask sooner and had not been afraid
Sometimes I wonder who I was to have been so naïve
I resolve to actually pursue my feelings rather than shy away
I am not a fortune teller and have no psychic skills
I can but predict the rain ahead and must not be afraid to seek the sun
Now I can see naught before me but a chaos of spring storms
Sometimes I forget it is up to me to try to break the clouds
But does it take a Goddess to truly control the weather?