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Old Words...New Words...No Words

Updated on March 23, 2017
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This is difficult. I am trying to write poetry again, for more reasons that I can begin to say. But my friend Lisa asked me why I stopped writing poetry, stopped blogging and doing my photo essays. I had to say that I didn't know, that I had no good answer. So here I am....trying to write again. And this poem was pulled out my depths of despair about not writing, and needing to write and wanting to write and get out with people and speak my words...not just leave them to be read. And it's a hard path. A harsh path. But it is one I'm taking. My first new poem in far too long:

No New Words……copyright 03-17-17

Cyndy Shubert-Jett

No new words

nope

not a one

not

a

damn

one.

And the old words?

The ones

that used to be

like a

waterfall

a

word-fall

flowing

flowing endlessly

in and around

and

through

every fiber

of

my

being?

Those words

that were

begging me

to scoop

them up

like so much

unclaimed

treasure?

Nope

no

new

words

not one

not

a

damn

one.

And yet….

I know these words

are still

here

are still

within my reach

however much

my mind shies away

from reaching out

to find them

because

to reach the old words

to reclaim them

as my very own

once again

I will be forced

to

reach past the

scars and callouses

that come

from life’s

day to day to day to day

simple

existence.

I am

fearful,

so very

fearful

at this point of life

fearful

of taking

that scalpel

in hand

and cutting

through

the scars that I have

allowed, no,

encouraged to build up,

that

doing this

will be more

than I can bear

that

recognizing the

return

of the dark

within the light

the ecstatic joy

that will crash

defiantly against

the rocky shores

of depression

of the fear of failing

of the fear of

the over-whelming

dichotomy of imbalance

will be more

than I can bear

and yet

and yet

I crave

these words

the old words

the new words

the expression of

who I am

deep within

my own selfness.

I do not yet

know

if I will be able

to reach out

to these words

the old words

the new words.

I know, though,

that if I do not

I fear

I will

drown

in

my

own

silences.

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      mactavers 4 months ago

      Writing is a lonely, thankless task sometimes, and yet it makes me so happy at other times, that even when I quit for periods of time, I have always gone back to it when I have an inspiration of something I want to share.

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      LauraGraceBordeau 4 months ago

      Well done! I wish I could like the photos, also!

      I've just been reading The Fifth Book of Peace, by Maxine Hong Kingston. Among other things, she describes founding and continuing with a group of veterans of war (which includes more than former soldiers) who write together.

      I'm now reading the compilation "Veterans of War, Veterans of Peace"

      If you aren't familiar with her work, I strongly encourage you to check her out. I got to hear her speak, along with her husband, here in Berkeley.

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