It’s been a minute since I blogged. And it’s been even longer since I’ve written a poem. Good news on both fronts: both blogging and poetry have returned to my life.

I was talking with a friend last month and mentioned that while I didn’t make any new year’s resolutions for 2021, I had made a promise to myself to get back into poetry. At the time, I meant reading. But as I dove back into to discovering my first love, the written word, I recognized a feeling I hadn’t felt in many years. I began to wonder if I could still write poetry. I sat down and opened the “note” feature on my phone, and ten minutes later (no kidding) I had written my first poem since probably college. What’s more, it rhymed! I briefly wondered to myself: do they even do that any more? I hope they do. I was pretty proud of it. Imagine my surprise when, over the course of the next five days, I wrote three more poems. I can’t describe the immense satisfaction I got out of this.

I have participated in National Novel Writing Month (also known as NaNoWriMo) off and on over the last several years. Each time, I was able to complete the novel due to having an inspiration of one kind or another come to me. As it turns out, it was no different with poetry. My muse came as a complete surprise to me this time around, but it came, all the same. Some times it just takes longer than others (in this case, 20 years). It doesn’t matter how it arrives, what matters is acting on it.

Seriously, though. Four poems in a week? Feels like I’m 20 years old again. I’ll take it.

I’ll post the poems in the next blog, coming shortly.

“Off in the night, while you live it up, I’m off to sleep.

Waging wars to shape the poet, and the beat.

I hope it’s gonna make you notice someone like me. ” – Kings of Leon