Another bookcase collects dust.
Elderly fingers gather handwritten
Idealistic journals-- Keepsake letters.
Musing notes of past questions.
Remembering smiles, thoughts, uncertainties.
Verbose writings x-ray years. Zen.
So I tried something new and it was extremely challenging. Just writing that small poem using the alphabet as the beginning of each word took me over a half hour. It made me realize that I desperately need to build my vocabulary and choose my words with care. The importance of the individual words really have to make a statement by themselves but they also are required to work together to convey a certain feeling, tone, or meaning. I've always known how essential word choice was with poetry, with all writing, but it's always been a challenge for me. This might turn out to be a very useful exercise.
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