The sound my little cat makes when she sees a bird.
The sound of that bird’s song.
Those made me smile.
I wish I had paid attention in English during our studies of poetry. Apparently, I’m a black and white sort of person with no room for grey. I’m a rule follower and a person in need of specific instructions. Ugh.
If I were a poet, I could use a word here or there, connected with other words here or there and leave it to the reader to interpret as they wish.
Most poetry is beyond my desire to stop and pay attention. To allow my mind to flow, and not follow a set pattern.
To feel the words and not just read them.
I’m not comparing myself to poets, I simply wish I could use a few vague words and tie them all together in order to make my words have feeling.
Instead, I have to spell out all details to express myself. I simply wish I could do that with fewer words.
Sometimes I would just like to release some dark thoughts.
But, I am who I am….and I’m okay with that.