Posted by: sulya | 24 May 2012

Perhaps All That’s Left is Poetry

No prose
fiction
dialogue
characters
stories

too much living
to be writing
the way I am accustomed
to be writing

too much school
and theory
and abstractions
so much more
abstract
than prose

fiction
dialogue
characters
stories

fragments
fragmented
fragmentation

word games without
flow
or
purpose
or prose

fiction
dialogue
characters
stories

a hollowness
a missing
an ache
a wonder and loss
of identity
amidst
so
many
knew
identities
of which none
are prose

fiction
dialogue
characters
stories

or me
entirely

not entirely myself
not in my entirety

hopeful though
that I will
find my way
back
to prose

fiction
dialogue
characters
stories

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Responses

  1. Hi Sulya,

    thought I would check if you were writing still. This answers that question! You still have “your voice” though despite all the changes.
    I am taking a poetry class and finding it hard to sit still through it although I am enjoying it – haven’t tried form before – interestingly it is more freeing than constraining.
    Hope to catch up some day.

    Christine.

  2. Thinking of you


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