Monday, December 19, 2011

I wonder...

I wonder where my words went.
I used to write these rivers of words.
They would flow swift and free,
Bursting the dam and pouring over the banks of my mind,
Surging through my fingertips
and onto the screen.

Maybe those words were more like an artesian well, deep and full,
Which when tapped quickly reaches equilibrium,
Taking years to repressurise.
I wonder...

8 comments:

WanderingGirl said...

Dude, I feel the same way! But you say it so much prettier than I can.

Brook said...

Thanks Dude! It's not back though =(

Victoria M. said...

Yes, I wonder this, too. I'm terrible at doing this--but 'they' (successful NaNoWriMo type-bloggers) always suggest stream of consciousness writing for x-amount of minutes each day to get through a block. A teacher of mine had her students do this for the first ten minutes of each class and it did loosen me up (after a few weeks--it, in and of itself, was kind of grueling).

WanderingGirl said...

It's not back for me either. Out of work for 4 days thanks to the pneumonia-ish thing, and I didn't even start a post. :(

Victoria M. said...

Merry Christmas, Brook!

Dark Cloud Nine said...

I don't wonder ... Your words are right there! Mine are gone forever though, or so it seems. Sometimes I want to and I think a whole text with every word. Then time shifts and words remain unwritten. Was it enough to think them? I doubt it. I feel like the point is often to reread years later and to remember. So much for that.

Brook said...

DCN, exactly.

Dark Cloud Nine said...

I'm trying again!