Monday
Nov012010
Wait, Scratch, Scribble
Some days I am a placeholder. It goes against my tendency to live-quiet-but-with-purpose. Lately I am holding my breath for something to shake loose, take shape.
And so, I reach for two sure things: My old-book-turned-into-journal and blackout poems.
Scribbling and scratching among the type helps me shape the shapeless hours. I'm not creating keeper poems. But making things matters. Maybe all writing is exercise, a preparation for the very next thing.
How to Get Through
With bright effort,
start clean.
Consider the danger
of experts.
Cry, and give
another try.
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