so the better part of last night was spent typing in the 27 poems that follow this blog post... 27 poems... i wrote 27 poems... that just sounds really really weird to me... of course not all of them are very good.. lol... but some actually surprised me.
of course, then i go read them... and i realise just how love struck and angsty i was in my youth... is angsty a word?... but you get the point.
why did i decide to document them this way?.. well.. for the better part of 16 years, most of those poems had been typewritten on paper and in a cheap binder... disaster happened about 5 years ago when the binder was in a box that was victim of a flood-caused-by-leaking-air-conditioner... i was madder than a cat in heat....
but my husband, God love him, was smart enough to save the pages for me... even tho i told him, in anger, to get rid of them. Thank goodness for marrying a smart man....
over the last several years, i have avoided my poetry... did not want to think about it or interact with it... but oddly enough, i have gotten the bug again... so i figured if i feel inclined to write a bit... why not have it in a blog so i can share it too.. ;-)
so hopefully from this day forth, i will give in to those creative urges...
and my continued use of the "..." instead of learning to type actual sentences instead of letting my thoughts process out my fingertips... lol
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