Thursday, July 14, 2011
Poetry Schmoetry Blogfest: Writer's Block
Before I start today's "official" post, I have to say . . . Thank You all for stopping by and reading "Let The Wild Rumpus Begin at the Library". Your comments were encouraging and sweet! Thank you. Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak, and my earliest hours in a small town library basement where the children's books were kept inspired that poem.
My mom entrusted the children's librarian so much that she would spend an hour in the adult stacks upstairs, and I would spend that same amount of time discovering books on my own downstairs. It was a wonderful arrangement, followed by a discussion of our favorite books. She waited until I was ten to put David Copperfield in my hands . . . but for five years, I just read everything in the children's section, starting with Where the Wild Things Are by Sendak, which I checked out dozens of time each year, along with The Hungry Caterpillar. Those books just spoke to my imagination, and took me on flights of fancy, well after I started reading chapter books. And they still do.
Today's poem is well, about yesterday.
Poetry Schmoetry Blogfest, Day 4, Entry 2
I could blame it on a busy day
Or I maybe just the month of May
But that would make no sense in July.
Yesterday I went to the dentist,
the Seattle Aquarium, a restaurant,
the library, and a winning softball game.
In the month of May, we were swamped
with the beginning of the end of our
homeschool year, dance year, and . . .
Like I said it makes no sense in July.
I had a headache, my schedule was off,
my tea turned cold before I drank it.
I stubbed my toe, and broke a pen.
I could blame it on a busy day,
a headache in the month of July,
but yesterday I sat and tried.
Two paragraphs, and the words died.
And today, this poem just stinketh,
but I keep writing and thinketh
day after day, word after word,
line after line will push that
writer's block out to sea
and make it sinketh.
Ever Had a Day Like That? And how do you recover from it?
This scripture just stood out on the page today, and I'm still working it over in my mind and in my prayers.
"Godly sorrow brings repentance that leads to salvation and leaves no regret, but worldly sorrow brings death." 2 Corinthians 7:10
I like the "leaves no regret" part.
Have a Blessed Writing, and Living Life Fully kind of day!