Now that I've been writing more regularly, all sorts of words and memories are coming up. Another new poem today.
My grandfather was a dressmaker
and now I have his scissors:
the only thing I have of his.
That and his tendency
to constant worry,
the never-resting mind.
I have those things,
those and his irrepressible
hair. I used to save the scissors,
as if not using them
would keep his memory intact.
Then I began to use them daily,
opening packages, trimming
a stray thread. I used them
when I realized my life
was never getting longer,
and these remembrances
are a threadbare joy
to hold to my cheek.
It was a great month of writing for me! The last week, I still wrote daily, but had a lot of days where all I wrote were fragments, or things too personal to share. I'm still glad I made the space and time to write on those days, even if what came out was not strictly a full draft of a poem.
Would I do this again next year? Absolutely! It had the effect of reminding me of parts of my brain I'd forgotten about, waking up a lot of old memories, ways of putting words together, and connecting parts of my brain. I could literally feel those old neurons firing up.
I don't think I'll be writing a poem a day for a while! What a pace! But I hope to keep my writing momentum going this spring and summer. Thanks to all who read and supported me.
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