Each poem
each message
deleted
one
after
the other.
The words don't flow freely anymore,
now slow and sticky
not flying out my fingers in their regular way.
I can't make it work
I'm not passionate enough
I already have writer's block,
now this?
I need to let it out somehow
and I found an exit through poetry
but if I can't write poetry anymore
if I can't summon the emotions
how will I get it out?
I'm glad that you've reached this point in your life
I'm thrilled that you've gotten this far
I'm happy for you
Watching you grow "up" into someone who has a steady foundation in their life
She has many sides
a faceted diamond
clear and shining
she drapes herself over the landscape
engulfing the cool orange of fall in her white satin robes
cold and gleaming
My funny little friend
appearing at my door
day in and day out
to say hello to me.
So intelligent
yet so stupid
chasing after fallen leaves and blades of grass
lying on the doormat
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