I haven't been able to write anything even remotely resembling poetry in a while.
This always starts to panic me.
"Have I lost it? Have I lost all my words?!" I check, and discover I definitely haven't lost all my words.
I can still speak.
Answer questions, give directions and tell you what I did this weekend.
"Have I lost all my pretty words?!" I check, and confirm that they in fact are still there too.
I still know all the beautiful words, they just don't go together as well they used to.
Like looking through my closet for something to wear.
I still have all my same clothes, just none of them fit like they used to or match like they once did.
They get tried on, discarded, flung across the room and left in heaping piles of rejected combinations.
The ones I do use, by the end of the day are falling off the page
Along with their meaning.
I don't know if this was intentional (I'm assuming it was), but your post about how you haven't written anything resembling poetry in a while was actually a poem in and of itself!? Was that your intent? Because it's genius!!
ReplyDeleteHaha, actually when I initially started writing it was going to just a be a post where I bitch about not being inspired to write any poetry in a while, but then it turned into a poem so I just went with it. Necessity is the mother of all creation, no? :)
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