Growing up, I used to write poetry all the time. A lot of it was probably terrible, but it was how I dealt with whatever was going on in my life. A few years ago, I stopped writing for me. I mean, I guess I blogged, but, for me, that’s fundamentally different from writing poetry to capture an emotion or a situation in an abstract way.
I’ve been wanting to get that back, and this was my first foray into writing again, for me. I like how it turned out–I love alliteration, and I think it’s a fun poem.
Cracking open crumbling pages crazy heartbeat cranky pen Cramming words on creamy whiteness croaking headache crawling zen Craggy penstrokes create illusions cranial heartstrings ...Craft, again.