Sometimes we don't know what we lost until we find it again! |
Forceful Refinding Being forced to write-- to guide the way for others let me feel, not forced, but free: to indulge, to take the time. Time used to ooze, but no more. More and more it blurs by-- not in seconds, but in entire weeks at a gulp. Being forced to write-- been a gift to me. Time I do not have found nonetheless and in the finding, I have found joy. Joy in realizing how I missed writing for the sheer exuberance of it, that giddy euphoria when a poem takes its head, goes racing off in an unexpected direction. Being forced to write-- an exercise in reshuffling to-do piles, trade-offs and decisions. Decisions on what is more important. Olympics filled and deleted unwatched from recorded space that overflowed as I opted to -- no. Wanted to spend more time writing. Three hours in a morning shifted my days to earlier risings. Bedtime yawned earlier. Being forced to write-- shifted to excited to. And more, for I surprised myself. Delved and drudged and yes, indulged: digging into recesses buried beneath time and already busied days. Unearthing sentiments and old horrors: gave them air. I glued on paper wings inked in dismissal and let them fly elsewhere. Being forced to write became being allowed to play. Playing let mind meander elsewhere: new ideas had room to grow, watered by liquid desire, fueled by fingers grasping, grabbing at focus required. I write for my living: once again, finally again, I am living to write! Prompt for: Feb 27 (Fyn/Ren) Subject or Theme: What have you learned during the cup? About you or China or your writing? Word(s) to Include: use three words that are simply words you really like! (or any derivatives of these words) Forbidden Word(s): learn (or any derivatives of these words) Additional Parameters: at least 16 lines Remember, do not use forbidden words ANYWHERE, including title or the brief description. |