a poem of longing
a poem of remembrance
a poem of rage
a poem of hope
a poem to slip into your mind
a poem to never forget the story
a poem to purge the feelings
a poem of healing
do you ever get the feeling
we’re drowning in poetry?
day by day
inundated by poetry.
everywhere you go,
another social network
countless poets lost
among the broken hearts
with stories that rip deep into us.
events and notifications pop up constantly.
do this, do that.
see here, listen there.
read and absorb all the talented forms and poets that you can.
i sift through multiple journals and sites
encouraging all to “submit your best work!”
yet when does one have time to create when trying to keep up?
it’s in these moments where it feels best to retreat and figure out which method works best for me.
dab a little in other’s works, write a few lines here and there,
listen to a poem or two,
join an online reading and network when it feels right.
in true poetic form, the gatherings and discoveries excite and inspire.
part of having a poetic life is that poetry will always be there when you need it.
and yet there’s opportunity to take a break and resume again when it’s convenient;
it’s poetry, it’s not going anywhere.