"Speaking of segues," I say,
and she laughs. It's a phrase
I picked up from The Simpsons,
parodies of disc jockeys
trying to make a smooth transition
between unrelated topics.
Is it becoming a thing?
You know, one of those things,
those phrases, those patterns of speech
that you only use around one person, where,
if you forget yourself
and say it around someone else,
it isn't understood, not in the
same way it would have been.
Are we starting to have things?
I've always operated with things,
but I wonder if she'll just get
tired of hearing the same things
I can't seem to write poetry that isn't personally meaningful to me. Or, at least that's the kind that always seems to want ot come out. I reread some of my poetry from my journal of my trip to France when I was 15, some of which I posted here a while ago but am too lazy to go find the link to. I think I really like my first poem. At the concert last night, I was thinking that I could probably turn it into a heavy metal song. Of course, there's the whole not-being-able-to-sing-or-play-an-instru
And maybe that's part of my problem with the word of the day poetry stuff. Poetry only seems to flow well if I get inspired by something personal, and a random word isn't necessarily always going to inspire something like that in me. Although, I have to say, I have been pleased with some of my efforts. I suppose just going throgh the backlog and finding something that strikes a chord will work, like it did today.
I don't think I have the dedication to be a real, accomplished poet. Or a writer of fiction. Or a writer of any kind, unless I have the right motivation (like my excitement for the Jotto stuff). That doesn't mean I won't keep trying. For some reason, being a poet or a writer is an appealing thing to me. Right now, though, I'll have to content myself with being an editor, which is really where I fit best, I think.