struggling to write again

Just ooze words
Come to my page
Come out of my head
Come poetry
Are you only made for the dead?
Not girls waiting for riddles to be answered by the ink
Uroll my brain folds
Make me mind-full
Make me a verse so I can wrap myself in understanding
Give me the solace that was bountiful when I knew how to feel
The weight of my consonants and vowels
Burning like everything around me
Make me feel anything else but
Numb with a smile and a pen

Reviews

[mattavelli]

I enjoyed this, Melanie. I got a sense of your frustration. I've just come back to writing poetry after a six year break. It was tough to get started. If you can't say how you feel, tell us why fish love the sea; or why trees reach for the sun. Thanks for sharing.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"the solace that was bountiful when i knew how to feel"

i felt long ago...but didn't write much then...i think it saved itself up all these years...so that i could unfold the brain folds now, in later life.

a wickedly good write...about not being able to write.

j.