Here are some flowers
of spring for you, to
say thank you for putting
up with me.
Why do I write you?
Why do I think that
words I put together
join forces to
describe my chaotic, quixotic
thoughts and feelings?
I’m a 53 year old
who has always overthought things,
analyzing everything I’ve said,
or done, or will be
saying or doing tomorrow.
You see, everyone thinks I’m
this wild and crazy free spirit,
but I’m not, really.
I think about every single word I
say, even the tone in how I say it.
I’ve always kept those thoughts
and worries secret,
except when I write you,
dear poems, then all kinds
of things just bubble right out.
Sometimes when I write you, poems,
the words that express my thoughts
and emotions flow just right.
Sometimes, when I write,
the weirdest, funniest things come
out in a stilted, awkward,
sing-songy way that sounds like
a first grader who has had too
much red Koolaid!
So, dear poems, have I improved at all?
Should I cease this ridiculous idea
that what tumbles out of my mind onto the page
could actually make someone’s day
happier, lighter, more gentle and kind?
Please let me know, dear poems,
should I stop or should I go?
Waiting anxiously to hear from you!
The writer of your verse,
Today’s prompt was: Today, I challenge you to write a poem that addresses itself or some aspect of its self (i.e. “Dear Poem,” or “what are my quatrains up to?”; “Couplet, come with me . . .”) This might seem a little meta at first, or even kind of cheesy. But it can be a great way of interrogating (or at least, asking polite questions) of your own writing process and the motivations you have for writing, and the motivations you ascribe to your readers.
I’m not sure I was that sophisticated, but this did allow me to express some of my thoughts, doubts, and quixotic thoughts!