Writer's Reminiscence

Every now and then, when I
have nothing else to do
I’ll look upon my high school work
and see what I went through.

A write-up here, a poem there,
a set of videos
Which mean the most, when life is host
to a heap of demands, which grows.

It’s the essays, though, that just stand out
Don’t do that anymore
Have I lost the skill, indeed the will
at weaving such a score?

For once I mocked romanticists,
gave Robinson a sting,
Connected up with Ellison,
created this new thing.

Torn between demands of time and
“do what feels right”.
A writer once, a writer still
if only I could write.

This is about missing essay writing more than creative writing. Weird, huh?

From JoMoWriPoShoSto.