I recently came across a blog post that said start writing 15 min. per day. 

So I start. 

Yesterday morning I went to a writing group. I have been going for years, twice a month. Sometimes it is only the male facilitator and myself, other times one or two ,mostly women, show up. Yesterday, I had nothing to bring with me, good thing the other 10 people did. What a group! I was so happy. I think this may have been the largest group, ever. Even the first time person who had nothing to share, felt the spirit move her and shared her thoughts. I do not think I was ever that confident and can not wait to see if she comes back with her writing. I wonder if it will be poems or stories? I like stories best and occasionally even understand a poem. I thought I understood one that was read that morning. Poems are difficult for me to appreciate. I understand all poetry from my frame of reference. Yesterday's poem was very straightforward, like me, no hidden agenda,what you see is what I am. Yet, as the group discussed the poem , first without the author and last with her input and explanation, I found lines that meant one thing to me had hidden meanings to her. I still like the poem but not as much. I feel like I walked into a quicksand trap -carefully planned and hidden -beautiful but not honest.

 I really do not * appreciate poems.


*like?