For someone with a colossal case of writer's block, my muse suddenly kicking into life tonight was a pleasant surprise.
Even if I'm not entirely sure what I've written.
I definitely like it, even if I'm not entirely certain of the formatting in certain places, I don't usually have my lines run into each other the same way they do here. It's also getting rather late so please excuse anything I say not making any sense whatsoever.
Apart from thanking my wonderful muse (who will no doubt probably go back to hiding in the corner and sulking for the next few months) I also have to thank the magnificent Yuki Kajiura, her music is what seemingly inspired this particular burst of inspiration. Specifically this track - [link]
I do recommend listening to it as you read the poem.
This might be the least bleak poem I've ever written, or at the very least the least obviously bleak poem.
Please by all means, comment, share your feelings or understandings of this.
Update - 07/05/ 2012 -
It seems that upon rereading this, I've realised in retrospect the complex emotions that actually inspired this piece. Events that happened earlier in the year that absolutely crushed my ability to write in turn inspired this piece. I've been able to write properly again ever since. Odd, no?
'Closure' themed poetry contest.
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