I have shared some parts of me, somewhere else, and if you are visiting here, you will know where… and the curtains are drawn there now.
But part of me wants to write. To express myself.
Is this a vanity? Yes.
Is this selfish? Yes
Is this indulgent? Yes
Well, so be it.
There was a time in my life, oh a long time ago, when the words flowed freely from my pen. I wrote in a hard backed blue book, ink dipped glimpses into my soul.
Words. Poems.
They flowed and gushed like fountain springs. They burbled and trilled like the water rushing down a mountain stream, full of melt water. Sometimes they flooded. Sometimes they forced their way into uncomfortable crevices and found new outlets for its path. Sometimes the force was so powerful it ripped and changed the landscape as it raged full pelt towards the release of the open sea. Sometimes, they glided gently along, the sunshine glistening on the smooth surface of suggestion and supposition.
Words. Poems.
But now, that creative flood has dried. The occasional trickle. The odd spurt of something. This stream has become more even than a stagnant pool. I think it has dried up completely.
But who knows. Perhaps here I can explore the rock strewn recesses of my mind and maybe, just maybe, find the occasional glimpse of running water again.
Words. Poems.
I hope so.
November 26th, 2005 at 7:24 pm
Words, poems, water - there is an ebb and flow to all things. The tide may come in again. It flowed in what you just wrote.
November 26th, 2005 at 11:21 pm
Thank you Rosie..
I probably have a too fulfilled life..
I probably need a bit of angst to get me going!
But thanks for the kind words of encouragement.
November 27th, 2005 at 6:45 am
vanity? selfish? indulgent? not at all…certainly not in someone as gifted with words as yourself…be gentle with you
November 27th, 2005 at 1:04 pm
Thank you Cricket,
You always have been such a positive, encourageing commentor.
I will, indeed, try to be gentle with myself.
I am, my own harshest critic!
November 27th, 2005 at 5:26 pm
I hope that once again the words flow freely.
I love this passage: “Perhaps here I can explore the rock strewn recesses of my mind and maybe, just maybe, find the occasional glimpse of running water again.”
And I think that shows more than just a trickle of water don’t you think?
November 27th, 2005 at 5:47 pm
Oh Sue! I have always LOVED to read your writing — I find myself becoming totally emmersed into your words and feelings - like I am there with you. You have a gift my friend….but your words are not for “me” - they are for “you” and no - you’re not being selfish at all. I’m just happy being able to feel them when I visit you here….
November 27th, 2005 at 5:55 pm
You are all so lovely.
Tears flowing down my face..
Flygirl,
I don’t think you meant the flow of tears did you? Well, thank you. I shall try.
Southern Sweetheart,
You are so kind. Yes you are right. They are for me. They are my feelings, translated into words. This is what I want from this little space in blogland.
Thank you both - I am off to find the Kleenex!
November 28th, 2005 at 2:21 am
well well….
i have an enormous smile on my face.
very nice place you have here…….
;)
November 28th, 2005 at 7:15 am
SN,
You are here…
I am SO glad.
I am grinning too!
November 29th, 2005 at 9:05 pm
you know, i used to write poetry as well and have found blogging to be such a gift. is it vain? i don’t really care to be honest, because i need it.
and wow
i’m so glad you’re here
November 29th, 2005 at 10:53 pm
Simply Satisfied…
(now this is going to get confusing with two SS’s!)
Thank you…..
i don’t know if the poems will flow - but the release that comes just with writing - even if no-one ever reads it, is, I think, reason enough.