Forceful Refinding

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.