writing

April 21, 2021

/ HJ / Leave a comment

i don’t know how
people
do it.
write poetry about the big things
falling in love
feeling betrayed
birth
rape
death

i’ve tried and i always feel
i’m missing a piece of the puzzle
like my particular words
cheapen
my majestic moments.

but i’m more than happy
to write odes
to sour patch kids
express a love for
one particular flower
paint a poetic portrait
over the act of writing poetry
i thrive on the little things

(but do people actually want to read poems
about how my morning was?)

April 18, 2021

/ HJ / Leave a comment

wondering
wandering
train stations
(NUMTOTs)
music
in my ears
(but not on)
(or maybe on, but not in)

or would i rather

sit
and
ponder
research
and
file
write
and
write

but right now i must
answer emails
and answer texts
and write a little bit at a time

April 17, 2021

/ HJ / Leave a comment

if i do continue to
poetry
every day
will my poems become
(like my morning pages)
about the act of writing them
(and the frustration when they don’t flow)

…or
could i maybe break through that struggle
and find my voice on the other side
of the struggle and search
for words and subjects
and feel confident in my
abilities
as a
writer.