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.