writing about writing poetry

September 14, 2025

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not feeling the morning page poetry
this morning

but that doesn’t mean
i won’t do it

i mean

i continue to do this
every
single
morning
whether i’m in the mood or not
just to have something to do
just to have a habit to latch onto
just to have some proof
to say
‘i was here, i had thoughts and feelings and insights, too’
and maybe someone will read them soon
and maybe someone will read them in hundreds of years
and maybe
because they’re all digital
they’ll disappear into the ether

but

maybe the ether will get a kick out of all these poems

and they and the void can talk about me
behind my back
when i’m long long long gone

September 11, 2025

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i wish i could be
creatively consistent
with rhyme scheme

but as it stands now, the found moments
hit well
but any effort at keeping it up
sound contrived
and like a five-year-old thought it up

and while that may be fine for some
i think i need to stay doing what i do best
for the sake of getting
all my words
out

so

perhaps someday, i’ll write in true verse
but today
[and tomorrow
and all the next few/many mornings
of morning page poetry]
i’ll stick to free-form

September 2, 2025

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feeling disenchanted
with words

my drive to churn out
poetry
or prose
has been quelled by the concept of
more interpretative media

music?
painting?
cake decorating?
what will my next endeavor be?
[and will i still come back to poetry
every morning]

[i mean, i haven’t stopped in literal years,
so probably]

July 9, 2025

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a family
a train ride
and thousands of sunflowers
in fields rolling past
at 266 km/h

and somehow it all reminds me of
van Gogh’s paintings
and how much i want to become
an impressionist

~~~

i just got so confused
as to why the baby in front of me
wasn’t crying in response to the
baby crying in the next train car over

and then i remembered that babies are not dogs
who bark and howl to be heard by others
of their species…

~~~

this whole trip
is a whirlwind

this whole life
kind of is
too

at least i have a train car
inside which to sit and write
all my silly poems

~~~

every
single
time
another train passes directly by
i
am
startled

~~~

there are
so many more palm trees
than i ever would have expected
in Europe

[i think that’s on me tho,
because climate is a known thing]

~~~

i think
if you’ve seen
any
van Gogh painting
of nature
or landscape

you’ve seen the full spirit of
what these trains speed past

July 1, 2025

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having not written
my full 300 words
in damn near five days,
i expected to struggle to even get past
the first hundred mark

but here i am
skating over into the two-hundred zone

and i should have known
i should have known

it’s not that i’d forget
poetry-writing
or block it up
for future poetics

it’s that i haven’t been able to get things
out
in days

and i am a fountain
about to unleash
a river’s worth of flow;
a dam
that is bursting at the seams
with words and stanzas
and ideas and dreams
[and, of course, metaphors and similes]
there is a flood of poetry
erupting from me

i really should have known

June 18, 2025

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i’m just writing words
and the minute i move on
to the next line, the words above
seem to fade from my mind
immediately

i wonder if this is going to be
simply the state of
today

June 11, 2025

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sometimes
i need to remind myself
that i needn’t set out to change minds

when i write from my own soul
no certain goal in my mind
that’s when others’ are impacted
and yes, sometimes, changed

[but what if the mind i need to change
is my own?]