I wrote a poem yesterday about an experience I had with a neighbor who is dying. The experience was intense, and when I got home, I sat down and started processing the experience into a poem about death and end of life. I like that fact that I am getting better and more practiced about seizing the moment and writing my experiences, but I wish I had more skill with the craft. I’m no good at classes or workshops, and I learn best by mentoring: I just watch somebody else and follow their process then ask questions.
This is the second poem that’s come to me in a year without a lot of writing, so I’m just grateful. My goal is to write 2 or 3 more, polish them up, and send them off to a ‘zine somewhere.