Ink trickles from pen
I exist I bleed I write
Squeezing my soul dry
Writing a poem is slow, painful and cathartic.
Feelings translated into syllables and words are painstakingly wrenched from the soul and poured onto a blank page.
It’s excruciating, disturbing, and always frustrating, but there’s no alternative. It’s the only option for the poet, condemned to pursue that perfect combination of phrases, sounds and emotions, she will never find…
And yet, I feel at peace when a poem is completed. I feel cleansed, untroubled, and hopeful, because the perfect poem is closer…
I wrote a piece of flash fiction Called Ink and Blood recently, which you might like to read, based on this same idea.
How do you feel while and after you’ve written a poem?
This year is my fourth AtoZ Challenge. My theme this year is poetry once again. I’ll be writing a haiku a day, but I’m also adding a new hobby to the posts, photography. I will post one of my photos, or a donated photo, every day to accompany my haiku.
This April, I’ll also be sharing my poems and joining another group of poets at National Poetry Writing Month, organised since 2003 by Maureen Thorsonn. Write 30 poems in 30 days. I’m in! What about you?