Where does your writing come from? Where does mine come from? This is an especially important question when we're feeling a sense of writer's block.
For a while I've felt I couldn't find poems anymore. So last night I sat down and thought about where I've literally been and what I've been doing. I let myself feel certain sadnesses I haven't been willing to embrace. And this was when I finally found my poems. I wrote and wrote last night. Here's just one, appropriately called "The Find."
To me, it is just
a cave— a bouldered space
held dark against this mountain.
To you, it opens
dreams of dragons, pink and green
as the dragon-scale shoes
I bought for you just yesterday,
knowing it would be too soon before
you came upon this place, only to find it had become
just a cave... an empty bouldered space.
At the Cave photo, by L.L. Barkat.
Because this photo tells a story, in my mind, I'm also offering it for Three From Here and There's Storytelling prompt...