Poetry and Reading

  • Posted on June 12, 2017 at 5:20 am

So I’ve been reading a lot more lately, trying to keep myself educated and in tune with how writing works. It’s not as nice as I thought, reading is a lot of work. It’s not the escape it used to be. I think this is because I used to use it to escape my feelings about the way my life was going as a child, and I don’t think I can do that anymore. Being an adult sucks.

Anyway, the book I just started, Write Therapy by Christina Christou, mentioned that writing poetry can be kind of cathartic. Now, my history with poetry is short and awful. I wrote one poem when I was a teenager, about fourteen, and my mother, trying to help me, critiqued it so much that I never wanted to write another one again. So I didn’t.  Now that isn’t to say I haven’t written another poem since because there are always assignments that tell you to write a poem. And I’ve tried my hand at songwriting, which is like putting a poem to music. But I never LABELED it poetry, never connected it to what I’m feeling.

Today, I did. And I’d like to share the results with you. It doesn’t have a name, just the date, so please enjoy my awful poetry.

06/12/17

I’m trying something new

Something swollen,

Something I have stolen

From a book written for you

Telling me to write a poem

Telling me to write my feelingsStone to heart

stone to part

my spirit from the dark blue

depression is lonely

depression is only

in my mind and I will woo

my heart into knowing,

my soul into growing.

I will write myself into

someone sane,

someone famed.

Someone free of the mildew

of the heart and

of the mind and

I am free and safe.

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