Season’s greetings.
My academic semester wraps this week. And with that, I am heading into full-fledged music mode. I’ll be taking the winter break to flesh out and record a few songs.
The timing seemed right to share the following poem. I wrote and submitted it as part of a poetry project in the spring. You’ll understand the connection.
And while I’m sitting here reflecting, thank you to everyone who has supported me on this project in 2022!
I started the newsletter in March with no idea of what to expect. Every single reader and subscriber means the world. 🫶 There’s always room for one more if you find it in your heart.
But without further ado, the poem.
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Write or Flight
From the covers I awaken
Crack an egg and fix some bacon
It’s a wondrous day for making
Pen adorn a page
All my lifetime I’ve been dreaming
Diligently silent scheming
Pour the milk in coffee steaming
To write my song today
Paper idling with potential
Forehead gets self-referential
Tell me—what is my credential?
What have I to say?
Suddenly my palms are sweaty
No mood to craft my “mom’s spaghetti”
I’ll do it when the mood’s less heavy
(Which I very often say)
But always aging, it’s uncanny
Billie Eilish won five Grammys
I’ll more likely pull a hammy
As I rise and walk away
Finished and unstarted
Tell me Providence is patient
Maybe I should switch vocations
Or maybe just a nice vacation? Will help me fill the page
Yes, today I’ve been too wired
Yes, today I’m uninspired
Finally when I feel less tired
A song will come my way
But that is not today.
I love this poem. The meter helps the readability, and gives it a quick flow that matches the speed of the narrator's anxious (stressed?) thoughts.