Letter Writing

February 27th, 2024

My poetry left me. 

I have the ideas. They ache in my jaw. They echo and blur through my mind like an old childhood tv show. 

I cannot tell you how many pieces I have written before suddenly my joints feel frozen and my mouth feels like it's full of sour honey.

I have so many lines, some really good lines. They have perfect words and syllables. But they keep not feeling right. 

The best way to drive a writer insane is to give them something to say but no words to say it.

I think I am going insane. 

My poetry left me. It packed its bags late in the night. 

I keep thinking I see it in all the faces I pass, or hear its voice in crowds. I will be sitting on the bus when I feel it tap on my shoulder, but it evaporates before I can sink my claws back into it. 

I feel my body screaming but no sound is coming out. Every step, every breath, every blink feels like a bad dream where I have to run a marathon through jello. 

My poetry left me. Now I can only muster these sentenced monologues. 

They used to feel unique and interesting, but now they just feel bland. Their apathetic sparkle cannot be restored no matter how many similes or line breaks I add. 

I used to be made of metaphors and symbols and analogies, but now I am just nothing I guess. 

My poetry left me. It took every piece of furniture and appliance and art piece. 

It took everything with it, except me. 

Now I am sitting on the floor of this empty house writing this letter. Hoping these hollow words reach you on whatever desk or page you escaped to. 

Please come back. This place isn't home without you. 

Yours, 

Nadia

Reviews

[Miss Sharon]

Indeed...as Neville said, we've all been there. You've written is very well indeed. ~Sharon

[Neville]

Dear nadia d with a capitol N .. Neva fear, we've all been there .. and some of us more often than most .. I am glad as I passed by that I lingered awhile .. tis nice to know that one is not all alone .. Neville

[nadia dmitri]

Thank you Neville for your thoughtful words :)

[Neville]

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[Anita Frader]

Yes, no doubt we can all say that at some point we have felt exactly this. 💛

[Lorry]

Yes, I know the muses strop when I see one!
She can be very temperamental with me too. I find writing about the inability to write helps, just like you have done here.
There comes a time in every writers being that the notepad and pen can only be used as a drum ad stick, no matter how hard you try and sometimes it can make it worse the more you try.
Just enjoy the pause and the beat you are drumming onto the page and hopefully before long the muse shall return.
Tell her I said "hi, remember me" when she does ☺

[nadia dmitri]

What nice ideas :) Thank you for your words

[Lorry]

You're welcome ☺

[Chris Shaw]

I know this feeling. I think it happens to most writers on occasions. My muse is lazy and fitful. She flits back and forth, but she always returns. So frustrating, I just have to bide my time. For poets, it is more than upsetting. Nadia you convey your upset so well in this creative letter.

Chris

[nadia dmitri]

Thank you for your review Chris :)

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome dear nadia:)

[Poetic Beauty]

I have had many of those moment when it feels as if my poetry has left me. Two full years of very minuscule writing. Hopeful it returns soon on all its glory.

I on the flip side have an issue where it seems to take over and I will even wake up in the middle of the night with words that need to be put on paper. Crazy it is

I love the way you wrote this piece as a letter begging for your words and poems to return. Creative and inventive

[nadia dmitri]

Thank you very much for your kind words :)

[Poetic Beauty]

You are welcome. It is a very creative piece that conveys the frustration and sadness we feel when we can not write even though we want to

[zain danyal]

"The best way to drive a writer insane is to give them something to say but no words to say it." What a fantastic line, and poem. What does one do when the urge to say something is absolutely great but it isn't able to come out. The poem really explores that painful, frustrating, and almost melancholic process. Bravo, bravo.

[nadia dmitri]

Thank you so much xo :))