Poetry once more

First time I was inspired to write free verse in a decade…

QUERENCIA

I never claimed to be a writer

in my affair with words,

reading always had

first claim to my affections.

hours consumed

in pages and links

devoured with intent glee.

writing is akin to birthing

then and now;

this-is-not-good-enough lingers

at the end of each piece.

yet gradually,

writing seems to have grown on me

in the overflow of heart and mind

ideas and feelings demand expression.

so i’m learning

to step out from

behind the curtain,

and to let go of

words borrowed

from those long dead and gone.

for what i have to say has value

and in finding the right words,

i find my voice

and rediscover my self.

so tonight, and every night

i write.

this is my favorite place.

mricm.10.08.2009