Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Moist




Some time ago I stopped writing poetry. I am not happy about that so this is about that.
love 
kj
Where is that well of words;
gurgled streams moving
through the right and best place,
a channel for my brand
of perplexity and observation?

Those words used to flow
 sputter and drip too;
they'd drench me with the chance
to rightly see--
A waterfall it was, 
no effort just gravity; 
just my keyboard,
and feeling fingers.

I stopped writing water words:
now I think but don't record
and I don't know why. 
But I still turn to the the waves and trees.
and I still try.
I know this much: what yearns
Is just the whether
of a waiting sky.


12 comments:

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    1. Thanks Mim. Actually, dr Seuss is calling my name :-)

      Love
      kj

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  2. If you write too much poetry your prose starts to sound poetic and then people believe you to be a bit of a dotty old fool. No much better to catch the rain drops then let them loose when the water needs mist or deluge.

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    1. What advice, mark! I had to read it several times and except for the dirty old fool part, you make alot of sense! :-)

      Love
      kj

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    2. Dotty dear Dotty, a British euphemism for insane.

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    3. Haha mark, spellcheck not I decided on dirty not dotty

      :-)

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  3. This makes me smile. I like that you want to write poetry again...I never was into poetry much and have really been enjoying it more recently. I find I tend to be a bit too heavy with the serious ones though...(sigh.)I really enjoyed this one!

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  4. Thanks Zoe. They'll be more, including the out of fashion rhyming kind :-)

    Love
    kj

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  5. its so funny but I actually long to write the out of fashion rhyming kind. They always seem to stop rhyming and get all heavy or turn into Doris the florist.. more practice I guess.

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    1. Zoe, the secret is to pick words that rhyme
      Most of the time
      And kind of fine
      :-)

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  6. nice poem. writing used to come to me too in a whooshing flow. and now baby steps. ah well. you got this sweet poem out of it!

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  7. Suki, your book of poems is so wonderful. I have it on my nightstand and many nights I read...

    A whoosing flow: yes! That's what it was! I wrote a hundred poems and a half dozen of those I really love.
    But I was reckless too during that time: probably no coincidence

    Thinking of you, suki
    Love
    kj

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