I open a drawer to my (fiction) writing life— Neglected far too long. Overflowing Unfinished Impatient— Emboldened by the light. I fall in. Reread Remember Re-feel. My natural state is writing. I find my footing In familiar scenes, The ache of recognition, A flash of emotion, When intention translates And holds up over time. I smooth the worn edges Of my writing rituals, Listen to voices rising From darkened corner (My characters’ and my own). I appreciate the weight in my hands (and my heart). I open my mind To the possibility— This writing life could be my life.
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Such vivid imagery and careful word choice in this poem… I feel transported to that place, “the ache of recognition,” and may have to pull out my unfinished fiction. All the best in your writing pursuits.
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Thank you! I recommend it!
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Just yesterday I was looking at some of my old works of fiction. The “ache of recognition” is all too real. I hope that you the words flow freely as you open yourself up to these characters again!
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This was fascinating to me. I have never felt any success at writing fiction. I’d love to read about your process and how poetry helps you connect.
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Poetry helps me to distill multiple ideas or big ideas into what’s most important. Often imagery or metaphor emerge that I can layer back into the prose.
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I can feel how heavy you feel as you pull open the drawer and how – many moments later – you reconnect and find relief. It sounds like you are in a great place, sitting among familiar pages with their familiar characters. So glad they have you back!
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Thanks! It’s amazing how good it feels to be back.
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Such a well-written poem. I felt like I was right there with you, opening your writing, leafing through it…hope you get back into it.
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Amy–Taking a risk and putting your heart on that paper. Beautiful.
Thank you.
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Thanks, MJ. ❤️
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