Poetry is an outlet that I run to spontaneously. I always want to write poems, but sometimes I sit down to write, and I feel like all that I can do is write a rambling stream of consciousness that is never really something I want to share with the world. So writing is often just an exercise for me to practice getting my thoughts out of my head in a way that is actually understandable for others. Which is good! Because while it may feel cringe-y to me reading through my jumbled thoughts weeks later, those are also moments in time that I can step back into and remember much more vividly, and I learn new things about the way I think about the world and how that has changed over time.
I started this poem a few weeks ago, and I found it in my notes the other day and just felt compelled to revisit it and keep playing with the words. This poem is about how important writing is to me and how I view it as a really magical tool for understanding myself and expressing my hopes and dreams and just being creative.
Poetry is realizations and contradictions and hesitations — destinations and contemplation and jubilation! A word slip- ping from tip of tongue to fingertip Sometimes escaping through vanilla chapstick lips I’m escaping, too Scrambling after stories latching onto letters and lines Every phrase, every poignant piece of poetry that touches me and Stops. I’m here, Clinging to a comma, Clutching at the curve, and I’m losing my grip; I Flip over the page and into another Cascading, characteristically quiet And consumed by a carefully crafted quest for creativity And I’m here Escaping? Realizing All that’s ever been is here too There’s still room for you amidst the past and the new Fill in the lines And run back to Your favorite notebook of poetry It’s waiting To reveal An entire Universe And just to remind you of the vastness and the meaning In between these pages that you clutch There’s more to life than words but still we say so much And you’ll have this book of dreams to forever read, so lucky! This poem is just a way to keep remembering You are holding on to words that mean everything
That was nice play on words and putting it into a format like poetry was really good. I think you’re underestimating your gift.
You should share more and don’t let your fears or short comings hold you back in any way. I enjoyed this, thanks for sharing it. ????
I feel the same way about poetry, often when I journal it ends up turning into poetry because I find it easier to express that way.
This is awesome, definitely share more of your poems in future ????