I used to write, a lot. I used to write a lot of poetry. Ok, that involved a lot of bad, teenage poetry, but it got better.
I don't do that anymore. I should do that. Has it been lack of inspiration? I suppose, somewhat. There are more words creeping out of my head these days. Maybe it's just the sad winter. Or a need to break out there with just a little more love.
When I say used to, I really mean it. I think the last full journal I filled was probably in 1998. I know why it happened then; a big, long lonely downhill...but the fact that it's lasted six years is a little frightening. Do we really become this dispassionate as we age? Perhaps my real New Year's Resolution should be to fight that.
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Slip Slidin' Away
P. Simon, 1977
Slip slidin' away
Slip slidin' away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away
I know a man, he came from my home town
He wore his passion for his woman like a thorny crown
He said "Delores, I live in fear
My love for you is so overpowering
I'm afraid that I will disappear"
Slip slidin' away
Slip slidin' away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away
I know a woman, became a wife
These are the very words she uses to describe her life
She said "A good day ain't got no rain"
She said "A bad day's when I lie in bed
And I think of things that might have been"
Slip slidin' away
Slip slidin' away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away
And I know a father who had a son
He longed to tell him all the reasons for the things he had done
He came a long way just to explain
He kissed his boy as he lay sleeping
Then he turned around and he headed home again
Slip slidin' away
Slip slidin' away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away
God only knows, God makes his plan
The information's unavailable to the mortal man
We're working our jobs, collect our pay
Believe we're gliding down the highway
When in fact we're slip slidin' away
Slip slidin' away
Slip slidin' away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away
Slip slidin' away
Slip slidin' away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away
- deahsella
- "We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in introspection." Anais Nin "Immerse your soul in love." Radiohead
3 comments:
I think maybe it's just that we have less angst, you know? We grow up and we learn more who we are and how to ask for and get the things that we wanted all along. But that could be BS.
True, but I can do w/o the angst. I guess it just sometimes seems that I have less...passion?...as an adult, now, than I did not so long ago.
Of course, many great poets die young by suicide, so what am I jealous of? ;-)
You def. 'hit the nail on the head' there, Tara. It can't be it. I won't let it. But it's hard to know where to go next and even harder to figure out how to do it when you're decisions are involving someone else! I guess I always secretly enjoyed the angst, just a little. It keeps you moving.
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