i used to have poetry

maxresdefault

 

i used to have poetry, before my mind broke,

shattering into some hundred-million glittering shards,

and when it fractured, i think the words went with it.

they don’t come ‘round much anymore,

 

‘cept in annoying Seussian couplets of subjects mundane,

the banality of which makes me totally insane.

 

there was a time when the words flowed like water,

sentences would spring fully-formed in my head,

too many to attend to so i let some go,

let them drift away off into the ether,

committed to nary a scrap of paper,

fully unrecoverable.

 

i wish i had them now,

a point of reference to get me going, a stepping-stone.

i wait impatiently

now that the patchwork is taking hold,

for something to inspire or bring words by on wings.

i’m anticipating motivation

while refusing to remember

there was also a time, before my mind broke,

that i worked at it.

By Em

I like writing. Words help me unpack my thoughts so things can start to make sense. Once I have both myself and the universe figured out, I plan to take up macrame. "Writing is an exploration. You start from nothing, and learn as you go." E. L. Doctorow

Leave a comment

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.