I wrote a lot of poetry when I was younger. A LOT of poetry. I slowed down about fifteen years ago, then ten years ago tried my hand at haiku rather than free verse. Most of my poetry is lost, unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on your point of view 🙂 ), but I still have the haiku. A few old friends have copies of some of my poetry. I no longer speak to any of them. Not going to speculate on what that says about my poetic skillz.
Lately I’ve been thinking that I should try to find some of it and/or write more, but I haven’t been in any way inspired to do so. Tonight, I did. I’m not sure what did it, but it just popped out of me like an alien out of somebody’s chest on the Nostromo.
Maybe that was a bad comparison. It’s late.
But it made me think that I might try it again sometime. Maybe get back to writing poetry like I did twenty-five, thirty years ago. Only without all that teen angst. 🙂