I have been thinking about poetry. I haven't been writing poetry lately, but I've been thinking about it. A lot. Ideas and poetic phrases crash into my brain while I'm driving like bugs on a windshield, but unlike the windshield it doesn't take fluid and a swish of a wiper to clean the splatter; a car pulling in front of me or a stop sign will do it. Sometimes all it takes is the blink of an eye. I want to write. I want to feel the ebb and flow as thoughts and words connect, where I hear the click of the pieces coming together and know a poem is being born. At work I'll jot down possibilities that float through my mind as I toil through a day of mindless repetition, in hope I'll be reminded of what I thought might become a poem if (such a big word, despite being only 2 letters) I am able to breathe life into the words. All too often by the time opportunity presents itself, no amount of resuscitation or bleeding on the page will bring the almost poem to life. It has flown into the realm of spirit where unwritten poetry floats until it finds another would-be poet more up to the task. I want to be that poet, worthy of the ideas the universe sends me. I force myself into my chair, think about poetry, and begin to write.
~Elise Skidmore ©2021