|This is the funk I wish I had.|
Life is good, but when you don't know what you're supposed to do with it or when you're not doing what you want too...well, sometimes... funk.
I'm in a funk.
I want to be a writer...yesterday.
It's hard work.
In my quest for writerdom I deleted things today.
Yes, I know editing is an integral part of writing, but sometimes it feels backwards instead of moving forwards.
I know, I know...everything I read, do and write is important...just keep writing, but for goodness sakes keepers of the keys show me the light or at least tell me what I need to delete exactly (ok, maybe not...what if you tell me delete it all?)
Off I go...slowly, but surely (which is better than surly) to delete
I don't know your story
Though I will make one up as you walk by
Perhaps you are a queen or an assassin
The glitter on your glasses is a disguise
to hide the bruises from your fight with a ninja
Or if I am melancholy - a bitter pain
Perhaps the way you lumber by reminds me of a sage or a saint
Or if I am melancholy - down-trodden, unemployed, and unhappy
You could easily be all of these things or none at all.
Perhaps you will stop for moment.
Please tell me a story so fantastical I marvel
or a truth so sad I am moved to my knees and weep
I want to know your story, perhaps it is the same as mine.
Just another random poem musing. Let's call it "Characters"
You in a funk?
How do you get out?