I need new material...
I need new material.
I need someone or something
To grasp onto,
I need to create.
I need my mind crowded with
New ideas,
I need my poetry to be written
With new and
FRESH material.
My poetry is like the desert,
Water is of the most scarce.
I find water but when I try to
Consume it,
I realize it’s just my imagination
And it always ends up
Being the same,
Empty Bitter sand..
Aviva Rifka Bhandari
Tue 15th Dec 2020 21:12
Sing to yourself of who you were and who you are and who you want to be... Who you met and who you know and who you want to meet... What you've felt and what you feel and what you want to feel. Throw your thoughts and words about until they start to stick, take the best of these and make it poetry.
But if your words pour out only in agony, as an outlet for pain or to heal yourself again, or to keep you mostly sane it must be some relief, that the material is gone and your life can go on quite happily.
Your words will always be there when you need them.