A Poetic Verse

A poetic verse 

Not a blessing nor a curse

simple or complex 

just some lines in which to immerse 

You read it in your head, let it swim through your mind 

You hear it read aloud, straight through your ears it will find

your brain, in which feelings are rendered so well

straight down to your heart where these feelings will swell 

Just words put together, with a tone, in a style 

If it hits you just right, you'll be left with a smile

or a frown, or a tear, sometimes anger, even fear 

Whatever the emotion, be it blessing, be it curse

It was written to be felt, simple or complex

a poetic verse.

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Sometimes I pace, with my phone in my hand waiting for something to come to mind. With my notes app open, I will type out a few words. Sometimes the words just start coming together, other times I delete - a lot. Something else will occupy my mind and I move on. 

On a particularly good day, I don't have to pace while waiting for inspiration to come. I'll hear it in my head and I start to type it down as it comes together seemingly all on it's own. More often than not, this will happen while I am trying to sleep, but I cannot keep my eyes closed until I get it all down. For years, after marriage, children, a steady job, a pandemic, and eventually, as a stay at home mom I haven't had this type of inspiration, let alone motivation to write anything down. I was always an avid reader. I had been journaling for years, and for some reason or another, as life happened, I stopped. Whenever I decided I would start writing, it was always me against time. Not that I didn't have anything particular to say, but the actual act of sitting down and writing something made me feel like I had to stop time to do it. And when your world revolves around keeping house and tending to two small children and a full time job, time just didn't stop. I would carve out a few minutes of quiet time from my day, sit down, and wait. But nothing would come to mind. The page on my screen would stay as empty as my brain felt. 

The same went for my nights. With both kids in bed, I pulled myself away from anything else that needed done and sit down to try again. Nothing. Eventually I realized how late it was getting and worried about not getting enough sleep. I had let time and the lack of it completely take over my mind! No wonder I was coming up empty-handed. 

One day while waiting for the baby bottle to warm up, and both children were otherwise occupied (not exactly quiet, but occupied and safe), I pulled up the notes app on my phone, and started pacing. Eventually, I just started typing. And to my surprise what came out of my muddled brain was something of a poem. After that day, I found myself pacing around our kitchen island, and typing out poems. (An added bonus, I was now getting 10,000 steps or more a day according to my Apple watch!) At night I would lay in bed after reading a book and without even thinking, I would be typing away in my notes app, because whatever was working it's way out of my brain could not wait until morning. Needless to say, I wasn't worried about getting enough sleep anymore, I don't think I had ever gotten enough sleep to begin with, anyway. Now saved up in my notes app, I've found the courage to post them for others to see. 

They are poems from my past life, present, and sometimes, not my life at all but whatever I have felt strongly about. Nevertheless, I hope to bring feeling to all who read it. I encourage any feedback, good and bad. How did it make you feel? Did It make you smile? Cry? Did it bring up any thoughts about something that you did not have before? It took me a long time to get here and an even longer time battling with myself over whether anything I wrote down was good enough to see the light of day let alone made public. But I had to start somewhere and mine is a journey I now wish to share.

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The poem above was written out of my very gratitude to finding poetry as my outlet, and also great gratitude to finding this platform to be able to share it with others, while also reading and supporting other writers and poets. So thank you, from the bottom of my heart, thank you.