September 29, 2007
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I wrote another new poem, but for some reason a title escapes me. I often start with a title, but this time I have finished everything but the title and I’m still stumped. I don’t remember that ever happening before. Probably has to do with the season I’m in, and those of you on my protected poetry list will probably understand when you see it. I’ll let it sit till Monday and see if a title follows along…
Happy weekend all.
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I haven’t written what I consider to be real poetry since I was a teen. I miss the creativity. I think art and free thinking and free sprits and writting are all what is embracing the human condition…and expounding on our gift of life.Creating is wonderful.
I miss writing. When I was an angst-ridden teen I could churn out deep, thoughtful poems. Now it’s all crap. I did make up a limerick last night…
Poetry writing
is limited to haiku
for me, anyway.