First Published: 2022 April 29
Two weeks later I have written no more poems. It’s a really sad thing for me to realize: I love when I write poems but I don’t make time for it. I’m not sure what stops me from making time, especially with how much I waste, but I’m not sure how to encourage myself to write more. Anyways, here’s a fun1 double acrostic again.
Try Again
Take heed of everything you’re not
Repeat so to remember
Yet never heed your fancy
Attempting once again may let a
Grain or some small egg
Attach itself or grow an anima
Instead of ever rising ennui
Nature’s choice for to assign
Well that was really rough. I’m unsure if it’s a reflection on the time I’m writing it, my general mental capacity, the time between poems, or just the words I chose, but I’m not at all happy with this poem. Maybe I’ll edit it tomorrow.
to write at least↩︎