My need is to let my pen drip and let the puddles form letters. These letters find who they feel comfortable with like my hand searches for a pen or pencil because it feels comfortable with one. My right hand feels naked, feels as if a part of it has been cut away, if there is not a writing tool in its grasp or near its fingertips. I am sure the letters feel naked as well without the other letters to form words. The words move left, some push to get their spot on the right, until all are in their proper place and a story appears. But the problem is never what to tell though there is much to say. No the problem is how to share a story. Should I compose a book with a character’s flaws and misgivings and then he or she rises to the top? Or should I be very blunt, pluck one word from the endless word vine and let the letters run sideways? Or maybe just tell a story in the format of 5-7-5? Or just let my hand move to and fro until words no longer clog my head and cloud the insides of my eyes, until I empty for the day? However I tell my story, or the story of others, my pen, or whatever tool I use, will never dry. It will drip endlessly
Topic 14: What is your hobby or your favorite
We have a Memoir Project and each topic will begin with a poem and this poem I made especially for this topic.