I’ve been trying to get back into wordpress/blogging. It’s been my therapy through all that I’ve been through this past year. And I love to write, seriously I can write for days. Some of you may have noticed in my comments lol I always scroll back up after I comment and be like *sigh* ‘why mine got to be the longest?’ Hell my dissertation was 24,000 words.
So yeah I enjoy writing; I’m thinking about actually writing what I want to write now I no longer have assignments to submit.
I have always particularly enjoyed poetry. Whether studying it at college, listening to live poets or writing my own poems. However I these days I tend to run away from my own poetry. I mean on here I’ve probably published less than a handful. The thing is when I write poetry things come out from somewhere deep below the surface of my psyche.
I often surprise myself revealing emotions, thoughts or memories I either didn’t know I had or buried so deeply I had forgotten. An example of that would be the poem misconceived that was about my experience of a miscarriage. I didn’t think I really felt anything about it, it wasn’t something I thought about day-to-day but one day that poem came forth. There are several poems I’ve written (not on here) that I can’t even read back because they just go too deep. I’ve heard someone say that you can’t plan a poem. This is so true as anytime I’ve sat down to consciously write about one topic; I end up writing something way different. So that’s why my poetry scares me. It reveals me to me.
But maybe I’ll man up to this, so watch this space …
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