Clinging to the kernel

I woke up feeling like I need to be writing poetry again after this ongoing dry spell. It actually hurts when there is a poem inside that needs to be birthed and I can’t just go write it. I have to have a conversation with myself first about what style is mine to attempt. Becoming a poet again means confronting how the human I am likely to be in my late 20s, early 30s strikes me as someone very much like the human I was at age 14, just more experienced and enlightened; the human I was from ages 17 to 19, from 19 to 22, from 22 to 26, those people increasingly feel like a series of odd dreams. Moving ahead I cling to a kernel of something primordial because it feels the most true.


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