Tonight I'm working on poetry. This is the third assignment of four, each a little different but all focused on creativity. I decided a couple weeks ago that I wanted to create a collection of poems centered around what it means to be a woman in the 21st century. I played with ideas in my head, felt certain it would all come together rather easily.
Tonight I'm wrestling with poetry. The words are stubborn, my thoughts are jumbled, the pen trips over itself. I thought I knew what I wanted to say, but the more I say the more perspectives I think of, and the less centered I find myself. I'm toying with words on paper, circling the questionable, crossing out the rubbish, rewriting the remains.
Tonight I'm writing poetry. It's hard, it's glorious, it's completely imperfect. It's exactly what I want to be doing. Working, wrestling, writing, reflecting on what's real. I'm finding the truth, narrowing down the words, sculpting the obscure into something known and beautiful.
Tonight, I'm writing.
What a glorious way to lose track of time, I did too tonight. Love your lines: "sculpting the obscure into something known and beautiful."
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