As a stream meanders,
so do my thoughts.
So much I've begun,
yet little I've completed.
I am here,
incomplete.
Seeking to grow,
to know.
To channel the course
of this meandering stream.
I am a writer,
whose lost her voice.
My voice has become
a status update, a text message, an email.
My soul cries out for more.
I can't share myself
knowing my characters are limited.
I can't find myself;
I will limit my character.
Channel my energies--
set the course of the stream,
And just write.
It's so hard to write deeply in a world full of text messages and emails. I hope you'll join us for the March SOLSC. I think it'll nourish your soul and help you find your voice, through writing, again.
ReplyDeleteYou will find this is a great place to meander and find the words you need. Writing is sharing, so welcome to Slice of Life!
ReplyDeleteYou did it! You are here! You have arrived! And what a wonderful start to your experience. I loved your poem and this is only the beginning. May you find your voice and just write! Welcome!
ReplyDeleteWow - what a great poem! It sounds like your new blog will be the perfect place to rediscover your voice - and just in time for the March SOLSC.
ReplyDeleteI'm a new slice-r, too. Your first piece is magical - I love the metaphor of the meandering stream.
ReplyDeleteChris
Thanks for the kind words and for the support. Last summer looking for a transformative teaching experience, I attended the Kennesaw Mountain Writing Project, and I felt transformed as a person and as a teacher. Returning to work, I knew what I needed to do as a teacher and a writer to be a better teacher of writing. Not just that, I knew I needed to keep writing to be more self-aware. Well, all the stuff of school happened, and I haven't written. This week I have a winter break. Next week I hope that I will continue to blog. Thanks for reading my writing--having an audience will help.
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