I found that last year, writing the poems about the father I never knew took a tremendous amount of energy, creative and emotional, energy from me. It was draining. It was inspiring. And at the end, it was healing. I am a talker who never really gets to talk enough. So this pondering out loud is my way of talking and trying to use up all that energy until I don’t need it for this anymore and I can move on to something else.
Poem a Day #9
I read once that if you have a hole in your story
you should point to it, over and over again,
the idea being that if you pointed enough times,
it would disappear and cease to be a hole.
So when people ask me why it is I can’t seem
to quit talking about things or move on past things,
at the speed they think I should be moving on,
well, I just tell them I’m pointing to the hole,
hoping it will fill itself up by the time I’m done talking
Susan Taylor Brown.
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Love this. very cool.
Thank you.
I think you’re accomplishing your mission! Look at all you’ve written!!! 🙂
I am writing a poem a day, which is all I asked of myself for the month so life is good. 🙂