I have started new poems and then realized I have already said everything there is to say. I have asked, begged, pleaded, cajoled, seduced, flirted, and cried. I have been weak and I have been strong. I have been good and I have been bad. I have walked right up to the edge of it, and I have turned my back and walked away. I have reminisced, I have dreamed of the future. I have said the right things and the wrong things and I have allowed and denied my feelings. I have let you in, I have shut you out, I have been everything and I have been nothing. I played by rules I didn’t understand, rules you couldn’t, or wouldn’t, articulate. In the black on the page I read one thing, while in the white you were saying something completely different.
In a tangle of words I was fooled.
In the deafening silence, the truth, the truth.
This is pristine. You never, ever fail to move me, girl. When you speak your own heart, you also speak the hearts of others. Keep doing what you do. We’re all listening.
By: Dana on October 9, 2009
at 7:57 am
Thanks, Dana. That means more than you know.
By: Heather on October 9, 2009
at 8:14 am
I basically believe that sometimes as a writer we have to get the junk out before we can begin to really write. Perhaps that is what you were doing. Just glad to be part of the process. Haven’t heard from you in awhile. Hope you’re well.
By: rkbaker on October 16, 2009
at 2:47 pm
I am continually trying to articulate my feelings about one particular relationship, and this was from one day when I was particularly blue about it, and in reading old posts I realized everything in my drafts folder was a sasd echo of something else I had previously written. So, I just laid it all out there. One more step on the very long, LIFE long, path to resolution.
Email me with your links to new sites, they aren’t showing up on here…and I definitely want to link to you!!!
Are we gonna workshop some stuff?
By: Heather on October 17, 2009
at 6:33 pm