I had wanted to write something every day for the month of April for poetry month, which I've never done before.
With other stuff going on in my life, I forgot entirely.
So I found something I scribbled on the 14th of March, which really encapsulates so very much and yet which, of course, maintaining the silence on my personal life that I have mostly adhered to in this blog, I will not speak about.
The world couldn't open up when I was being held under a viewpoint like that.
It's not much, I know. But it appears to be part of a growing series of poems that, in their entirety, give forth more meaning than I could offer here.
Oh, I am being opaque, and no apologies, and I may continue to post whatever here or in another totally private blog during this month.
I just hope the poetry nest-builders who fly by and grab lines or ideas or approaches and add them to their own writing with nary a credit leave me alone - now and/or in 6 months, when my stuff used to re-surface in theirs! One whiff of it, and I won't post anything substantial here.