It is not so much that I am lazy, but busy with non-art things. It makes writing with purpose take a backseat, so I often settle with getting down a little something & hopefully later coming back to it.
Arrogant, no: You assume that I think it's good enough as it is. In fact, mostly I find my writing style inhibiting overall. Like "Aaah, that's a good idea & I'm really not doing it justice."
But I thank you for the comment & the push, both are what I'm looking for. :)
Hi! Your disclaimers at the end of both comments cracked me up. To this I say: You know what you know, & I appreciate you sharing your thoughts. That's the point right? right.
So yes, confusion noted & I think it is because it is in the middle -- of my thoughts & feelings & the middle of her action. Minus the poetics, this is where the poem came from: We're in Sicilia & I am five years old outside with my great-grandma who has moved from her usual chair to sit in the grass near me, with her sewing basket (she was mending clothes at the time). & all at once, she leans back, suddenly so heavy with life, & it is strange how someone that old was once so young. That is how she passed on. I remember the leaf falling when she leaned back on the lattice & she didn't bother to brush it away. I thought she had fallen asleep & kept playing. I will see about possibly adding some surroundings to give it a little more orientation & context. Thanks!
& the postcard. It was literally something I wrote on a postcard to my husband, & so I don't think I'll change it much. I posted two other poems on postcards that are actually more complete & poetic just before that one.