Writing

Yesterday, I ran a poem idea about handwriting past Kathryn, and she intrigued me with the idea that this weird thing I'm experiencing may be tied to my synesthesia.

This poem is about a lot of things. A literal event, with metaphorical interpretations. I like to write in layers: rich, thin, glazed layers on top of each other, with different levels of meaning that can be interpreted many ways. But mostly, this one is about trying to get unstuck.

This poem is about trying to predict the future, and how you probably just have to give up some control.

What did you have for breakfast?
How does the rain make you feel?…

This poem is about how totally separate emotions can feel identical inside your body, and how hard that can be to deal with.

My friend Eileen is an Actual Published Poet and I just received her collection in the mail last week, and it reminded me that I am also technically a published poet!

I fully understand that most people do not care about poetry, yet I still feel compelled to post what I am writing. If you do read this, thank you, I truly do appreciate it. I like sharing myself and my big squishy heart, even if it’s for an extremely small audience. This one is about feeling invisible.