getting the message across
I thought about my writing today........but not in a blogging type of way. When I was younger, I was always getting inspired to write prose or poetry. And for a long time, I was good at it. Hours and hours spent just writing about anything and everything that seemed to come my way. So much inspired me that I contemplated a Creative Writing degree.
Unfortunately, times do change and with that my pen and paper were put down for a long time. I stopped being able to put my thoughts into creative and witty phrases. Instead, I started focusing more on just writing things in journal-entry form. It became my release, my way of speaking to the world about anything and everything. I love writing that way, I really do.......yet part of me misses poetic Jenn.
Tonight, while I was sitting watching television, I got inspired to throw on my iPod and go to my bookshelf. There, I managed to pull down quite a few books of poetry. Not anyone famous, but mainly just student entries or NJ local poets. I remember getting so excited over this one poet named Laura Boss.......then having her as a teacher for a poetry workshop! I couldn't help but admire the way she could captivate an audience with a few phrases.
So it got me thinking.....and I'm thinking maybe one of my goals this year should be to go through some of my old poems and possibly publish a book of them. See if I can't take words that seem to sum up instances in my life and share them with the world. I have so many things I want to say, yet not enough time to say them all.
I've learned that it shouldn't be about getting my message out and expecting people to listen to me, but rather that I just write for myself, just for the purpose of writing. So here I share a little something that I just wrote about writing. It's not much, but it's for me and that's all that matters.
~Jenn~
"The Message"
how simple
it all used to be
words flowing from a 50 cent Bic knockoff
message the same as always
(want him)
(missing pieces of my life puzzle)
(it's)
(all)
(too)
(complicated)..........
arbitrarily intruding onto
a picturesque slice of
college-ruled emptiness.
G r a v i t y of passion
parking my Mudd jeans-clad ass
on a dark coffee shop corner couch.......
smiles now replacing
tear-stained pages
occupying a hidden shelf
at the bottom of a closet.
Unfortunately, times do change and with that my pen and paper were put down for a long time. I stopped being able to put my thoughts into creative and witty phrases. Instead, I started focusing more on just writing things in journal-entry form. It became my release, my way of speaking to the world about anything and everything. I love writing that way, I really do.......yet part of me misses poetic Jenn.
Tonight, while I was sitting watching television, I got inspired to throw on my iPod and go to my bookshelf. There, I managed to pull down quite a few books of poetry. Not anyone famous, but mainly just student entries or NJ local poets. I remember getting so excited over this one poet named Laura Boss.......then having her as a teacher for a poetry workshop! I couldn't help but admire the way she could captivate an audience with a few phrases.
So it got me thinking.....and I'm thinking maybe one of my goals this year should be to go through some of my old poems and possibly publish a book of them. See if I can't take words that seem to sum up instances in my life and share them with the world. I have so many things I want to say, yet not enough time to say them all.
I've learned that it shouldn't be about getting my message out and expecting people to listen to me, but rather that I just write for myself, just for the purpose of writing. So here I share a little something that I just wrote about writing. It's not much, but it's for me and that's all that matters.
~Jenn~
"The Message"
how simple
it all used to be
words flowing from a 50 cent Bic knockoff
message the same as always
(want him)
(missing pieces of my life puzzle)
(it's)
(all)
(too)
(complicated)..........
arbitrarily intruding onto
a picturesque slice of
college-ruled emptiness.
G r a v i t y of passion
parking my Mudd jeans-clad ass
on a dark coffee shop corner couch.......
smiles now replacing
tear-stained pages
occupying a hidden shelf
at the bottom of a closet.