maybe time to write
maybe time
to
not
but all i know is
i have tea
beside me
and music
coming from this apparatus
on which i write these words
and i could write for another hour and twenty minutes
or i could
not
and it wouldn’t make much of a difference
for anyone other than
myself
but for myself
it could make
all the difference
in the world
just write through
the pain and
the loss and
the lost feelings and
the sleepiness and
the exhaustion and
the boredom and
the mundanity and
the distractions and
the battles and
the fight and
when the fight leaves us
for an hour or a day or a year
or so
we can write ourselves
back into the fight
if it means enough to us
[and yes, it means enough
to me]
poem to-do lists
and poem “i love” lists
and very few true poems this morning
but i suppose that’s what these morning pages are for —
just get out of your brain what’s been clogging it lately, and do it
in poetry’s form;
for that is what you love
and what connects you most to the you that you are
and to the you that you’d like to be, even if you don’t know who
that you truly is
yet
trying not to write poetry
for the blog
and only for me
makes my writing
come to life
in a way
i want to
immediately
show off
(perhaps
that’s the key
to every success)
kipventures 