Sunday, March 25, 2018

No Skin Off My Back

Write in a notebook, tear it out
Fold it up so it can't shout
Stick it in a drawer to collect dust
Dig it out and post it when I must

Could be two days old
Could be two years, dead and cold
Could be all fiction and lies
Could have a slight truth amid it's cries

Most of my poems come because I have nothing to do
So I pick up a pen and write about something I'm sure somewhere is true
Sometimes it comes out in a poetic story
Other times it's just random thoughts that come to me

I work with fictional people I create in my head
Who stay to write their thoughts, then they are dead
Stay to write their story, then fade back into nothingness
Stay for the dry paper and leave without a kiss

I dramatize little flitting feelings of dismay
Though I feel quite happy most every day
But happy poems aren't as fun to write
As ones about fear and pain and shadows of the night

So that is my Creative Process -
A muddled, unimportant mess
Been going on for three years now today, easy and cheap
No skin off my back - Happy 3rd Anniversary In [the] Deep

No skin off my back, no painful story of my own
No little secret, no wise way shown
No skin off my back, I've got no gift or curse
Just some thoughts, written in verse

2 comments:

  1. happy poetryversary. :-) thanks for keeping writing

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  2. "I don't care your words are fiction,
    make-believe and fantasy
    Finding beauty is my mission,
    there's no difference to me"

    There is heart inside your poem,
    Don't pretend it's fantasy
    If you're writing out of boredom
    Can I keep you company?

    ... Sorry it's taken me so long to reply. It's always hard to write a reply that does your poetry justice. I find it no less impressive that these words have come from your imagination rather than experience.

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