I’ve been thinking about creativity lately, about how creative people do what they do for themselves, but how deep down they are hoping that others see their vision, or at least appreciate their attempts. So often their creativity is a lonely pursuit, whether it’s writing, art, or whatever, we do it alone, and if we muster the courage to be vulnerable and show our efforts, the silence can be daunting.

So with all these thoughts running around in my head, it was only natural for me to write about them. And since so often I feel like no one’s listening, I decided why not make things more difficult, and tried to work those thoughts into a rhyming form, in this case, a rondelet. (Each verse is a rondelet on its own, if you care to know.) I hope you like the results, and even if you don’t, I’d still like to hear from you.

I Can't Hear You

I can't hear you.
You haven't told me what you think .
I can't hear you.
You haven't said my words rang true. 
Back when I wrote with pen and ink, 
if someone spoke, my face turned pink.
I can't hear you.

But I want to
know. Did my words fly high or sink?
But I want to
make a connection with you too, 
and I'm not really sure if I do.
I really don't know what you think,
but I want to.

~Elise Skidmore ©2024

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    1. I agree. All of us who put ourselves and our creativity out there fight the battle of wanting to connect to people and at the same time are a bit terrified that nobody likes what we’ve done, or worse still, that nobody is even paying attention at all.

  1. I think your writing is great and I love reading it. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and insights with all who care to read them.

    1. Thank you, Rosemary. I really do appreciate all comments. As I said in the bit before the poem, it’s a problem for most artists/writers. We create largely in a vacuum, and when we get the courage to share, the silence can be as deadly as if someone actually said the work was crap. Remember our mothers telling us if you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all?