I don’t know about my friends, who also write, but lately, I haven’t been able to produce anything although I’ve had lines rummaging through my head. I started a random file in my poetry files for all the four to eight lines of greatness that erupt, but are never quite finished. I’ve been reading through them, but still, nothing clicks past what I’ve already scribbled (or type) into the file. It’s a bit sad actually, because I really think they all have potential. … like so many other things in life.
I guess the file mirrors my life right now — sad. Now, I cannot claim that it is all sad, because there is a portion that keeps me smiling despite the down. But, I think anytime life is in transition, there is always a bit of sadness, regret, loss, the what-ifs and what-could-have-beens. I don’t like to dwell on them, but like everything that passes, it deserves that period of mourning so that you can come out on the other side and remember why life is worth living.
So, as I pilfer through my file, I see the what-ifs and what-could-have-beens with those lines and I mourn and find myself frustrated that such great turns of phrase have died before they were allowed to see the light of day. But, on the bright side, there will be other lines, collected into complete poems, and then posted on my site when I deem them something that I thoroughly love.
I guess that’s something to look forwarded to, like other good things in life.