Another of my found poetry.
Last week, I did not create any found poetry. I just couldn't muster the energy. But that was all me. It was all in my head.
I'm sure if I had just pulled out the magazines to see what words jumped out at me, the creating would have just come.
All week I was fighting this ugly angry energy that would ebb and flow in me. I have no real idea where it was coming from but there it was. This week I plan on pushing through.