I’m not really sure what happened with me this past week, but all of a sudden, I cannot seem to keep pen from paper, or my fingertips from entering line after line of poetry (my style), into my journal.
words are like
water, flowing out
of me like a
river in flood
the currant is so fast
i can hardly keep up
but years of lost words,
silenced by fear, have
burst free and
cannot be contained
What I say there about ‘years of lost words’ is really true. I used to always write poetry as a way to express myself, my feelings, and my thoughts. It helped me to understand what was happening in my life, and to be able to deal with those things in a better way.
But the past few years – especially after the divorce, and the accident, I stopped really writing poetry. I think it was a way to hide from my own self. So I did not have to deal.
It was really happenstance that has brought me back to writing again. A friend (Al), writes a lot, and shares his poetry. Though his style is completely different than my own, I always like to read his stuff. I was talking with him about it one day, and showed him a few of my own poems. And from that point, words, lines, little thoughts, incomplete ideas just jumped into my head and I have been, most literally, unable to stop the flow.
I won’t over-think this — I’m just going to let it happen, and enjoy it. And subject you all to it. ;)