Often when I write, particularly if I am writing about something positive, I don’t feel particularly profound. I try to remain most times light, informative, and hopeful so perhaps I sound a bit like a cheerleader instead of an Ivy League educated philosopher and theologian. Alas, perhaps this is my lot.
In my youth, I wrote a rather prolific amount of poetry. It is all fairly cringe-worthy to read at this point though those who received copies of it as gifts still recall it fondly and for that, I am grateful. Perhaps I am overly critical of my own work…perhaps not.
Two years of the deepest depression I’ve ever faced (and almost didn’t survive but hey, almost doesn’t count) followed by a sharp upturn of my fortunes and spirits in the middle of last year have left me without much poetry in my life for almost three years. Perhaps even longer than that though I recall a small spate of time four years ago that I felt truly inspired.
In an effort to turn this around, I’ve signed up for NaPoWriMo. 30 days for 30 poems. Perhaps I am exceptionally rusty and perhaps my poetry will always remain on a less introspective level than the greats. I am not Neruda, Donne, or Dickinson but I am open and vulnerable and love words…so, I will share today’s offerings. I will also share two separate offerings, written in 2007 and 2010.
I look forward to seeing what I can stir within me…perhaps exceptionally helpful since I still have wedding vows to finish writing.