I used to write poetry. Lots and lots of it.
And not just teenage angst lines (although there was plenty of that). I wrote about my mother, my children, growing up, and trees. I wrote a lot about trees.
I haven't written any poetry for quite a long time.
It's not like I don't try. I have a notebook in my purse that I keep for when inspiration stops by...or waves from across the road. But it just doesn't come to me like it used to.
I sometimes feel that "used to" were the saddest words.
I used to dance ballet.
I used to spend time in the darkroom with my old film SLR.
I used to paint oils.
I used to want to be a marine biologist.
And I've been worried that poetry is being added to my list of "used to."
But maybe it isn't as sad as I think it is. Maybe writing, no matter what it is, even this blog, is enough. Maybe I don't need the poetry anymore.
But occasionally, I still hear it.