Saturday, November 27, 2010

11.28.10 | Lodged Words That Cannot Take the Form of Words

I have an idea.
Hang on—I always have ideas.
Okay, let me try that again.

I have an idea for a poem. A good idea. (In my opinion.)
But I can't seem to find the right words for it.
I've tried for three whole days to start it off properly, but it hasn't worked.
The page is still blank.

I feel the need to let that idea run wild, but it is still developing, developing, developing...
The idea swells and swells and swells, and I can't get my mind off of it, but it just refuses to come out right.

I wonder what inspires me most.
Emotions? Objects? People? Events?
Or perhaps it is the perfect combination of all of these, with a touch of something else as well.

Am I the scribe of my thoughts and feelings, or are they the scribes of me?

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