I find that fascinating...
|© The Poem Store/Jacqueline Suskin|
Her Twitter Feed is in its infancy (though I suspect that may not be the case for long). Take a look, check her out. Gotta love a woman dedicated to her passion and her truth! (Edited to add: She now has a video too!)
That got me thinking about my own passion and truth.
There was a time a decade ago when I was writing like a banshee, filling journals with long-hand poems that seemed to materialize out of thin air. I wrote the way Jacqueline writes: off the cuff and on the fly. I allowed the words to flow from mind to pen without thinking.
When I was done, I would re-read it and be amazed, as I never recognized the words I wrote. Which was kind of bizarre to me, so I never told anyone about my "gift" — except my boyfriend.
I wrote a lot during the year we dated long distance. At one point, he was deciding whether to invest in a business (and life-long dream) in his hometown... or change his life entirely by securing a job in my city and giving our relationship a chance to blossom (or wither).
During a visit that fall, we took a drive to the beach and I took out my notepad and pen, then closed my eyes (I write best in the dark, though it is admittedly hard to keep my sentences legible on the page; they run into one another). When we got home, I typed what I wrote him into my computer and emailed it to him. Here's some of what I sent:
The voice that bears
The words you cannot hear;
Be true to him, be true to her
Be true to self, not fear
We live inside a shell,
That surrounds the box of adulthood,
with sides so iron-clad.
Yet it is we who
build these walls,
so thick and formidable,
as we build
to allow space,
for the tethered rope of childhood.
Time to dust off some of other old writings from my pre-cancer era. Stay tuned!