the lines lost as I recover
from all-day driving north and home,
one car in a line of trucks.
My quandry for a poem today
could be fixed between quotations,
as Natalie Goldberg says:
"Write what disturbs you,
what you fear,
what you have not yet
been willing to speak about."
Or my uncertainty could be a form
tired feet, tired hands, tired
body and mind. I do not know
you, dear reader, well enough yet
to reveal what Goldberg demands.
What leads writers to flog the keyboard,
from this perfect day:
chokeberries flower in full, white bloom,
while sparrows build nests,
their incessant chirping a trill of sound
I hear and cannot decode,
all a backdrop to an unresolved quandry.
Yes, I am tired tonight, but moving back on track after traveling all yesterday. Maybe tomorrow, the letter "R" will be more receptive.
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|Meme from The Write Practice|
"10 Essential Quotes on Becoming a Writer"
by Joe Bunting