I am sad to say that only a few months in I can already feel the weight of complacency dragging me down. Those recycled excuses flow so freely. Oh I will write again tomorrow, when I have more time. I just have one more episode of True Detective, then I will be on a roll... and nothing.
I went searching for inspiration no direction, not looking for anything in particular when I stumbled across my poetry journal from community college. I attended Pierce College from 2006-2008. I glanced behind my shoulder at the girl I was back then, and I'm proud of her. She kept a journal. She wrote about how she felt. She wasn't afraid to rhyme or sound cheesy. She jumped up and down and waved her arms around when she was published in a humble little school journal called SLAM. Her knees did not shake when she read her work out loud. Why the hell was it so much easier back then?
To rekindle some of that confidence and motivation I am going to share some of my community college poems. Here was one that was published in SLAM.
The Joining of Soldier and Writer
We'll bungle their plans and crumble their wall
I'll wear a coat of deception;
you wear your ink-smeared shawl.
Come to me through the spruce trees,
you'll know the place where water falls.
We'll meet as soldier to writer;
together, we will answer the epochal call.
