Description: Wrote this a few days ago. It seems to reflect my current frame of mind. It was partly inspired by a couple of poems written by Sloan Wilson in a novel called "A Summer Place"
I don't know if it is any good. I kinda like it though ... or more than that I feel grateful that I can still produce some writes ...
feel free to say whatever you want about it
Bird-like Words -------------------------------------------
Sometimes I wish I had a voice again
For my vocal cords are gone.
I hanker after turmoil
And envy those who weep.
Sometimes, I wish I wouldn’t say “sometimes”
And wish I wouldn’t wish at all,
Perchance - that way - words would come
And find a way to reach my fingers
Like fowls fly in flocks,
So gently …
Through the wind.
i find solace in birds every day. (and i am not even a birder). but yes, who wants to say sometimes or i wish on any given day? it's wispy and wanting all at once.
words can catch you off guard at times. both when lacking or when abundant. but i find it's hard being patient when you want to express something. anything. it's like this pent-up energy that needs to be.
I spent about 2 years trying to approach writing again, after a long mental shut-down. With it comes all kinds of strange feathers. It's a way to fly, though. Blocking it, though... pieces of you die in the oddest ways.