I’m behind on my national poetry month posts, and every other kind of writing. So here’s day 17. Maybe I’ll catch up.
it does not feel natural
as it once did. The words–
come haltingly as I over think
and decide what words are worth
But before I can choose what’s worth
writing on the page, words have
to come to my mind.
When they letters come to mind–
they flit away.
When I capture them, they lay on the page
flat, strange to my eyes and ears.
It does not feel natural,
this difficulty with writing.
It used to be easy.