interesting
interesting
i wrote but i didn’t post
yesterday
i wonder what that means
i wonder what that means
and the puppy just freaked out and boof-howled
but she hadn’t done that with Kip not around
i wonder what that means
and the cat has been perching on my lap
far more in the last couple of weeks
than since we lost Louka
i think i might know what that means
and additionally
i feel like
my writing has gotten
so
much
worse
lately
i wonder
what
that
means
write until
it’s time to order
write until
the coffee is done
write until
this song is over
write until
you literally can’t anymore
[and then write a little bit more]
write to the sounds of
indoor cats purring
outdoor dogs yipping
our dog boofing
even though she knows she oughtn’t
even though she’s trying so hard to not
but her little grumble/whine/barks
are so cute
it’s hard to scold her
especially because
i know
i can tell
she’s trying
she’s trying
she’s trying
keep on writing
keep on finding
what little things are left to find
in this world/state/city/life
and maybe, one day, someone else will want to read what you have to say
what is this morning
but a slew of words
thrown up against
a screen
waiting for me
to make sense of them
i’ve been feeling the draw
to compose my own stories
worlds
universes
but that’s the extent to which
this emotion/inspiration has taken me
just the desire
not the inspiration
not the story
not the need
just
the vibe
[but i think i need a little more than
a vibe
to convince this maybehd brain
to actually
do it]
pretend
for a moment
you don’t know where you came from
or to what you’re going
or even any established rules
about your own identity
or the world at large and little
and you go to craft a poem —
would you know what words to use
would you innately be aware of rules and parameters
poetry has to work around and within
or would you just write what was in your soul
even if the words in your soul had no words at all?
and would that still be poetry?
[i think so]
if only i had written poetry
when i was a tumblr grrlie
i think i would have
killed on that platform
[eventually]
poems
looking back on other poems
are apparently what my poems
had in store for me today
i’d love to get lost in a poem
[again?]
jumping off the ledge
of a blank sheet
of digital paper
just to be carried along
for the ride
on a subject matter
or an issue at hand
or even a feeling
flowing freely
from word to word
metaphor to simile
alliteration to experimentation
with each line getting longer and longer
or shorter and
shorter
or displaying all my creativity out in such a way
even i have to say
“hey, this one’s worth reading/
worth saying/
worth sharing”
but recently
i’ve only had the desire,
not the subject,
not the flow
to go
and get completely
lost
in a poem
kipventures 