Wednesday, May 26, 2010


This is the "I am not ashamed to have nothing in particular to write about" post. I am feet-out-of-my-sandals on the train and typing on my iPod, as I go home to layout the newsletter.

This post is uninspired not because I am uninspired but because there is not a theme here, a rhyme or a reason. I am just coming from meeting with my newest writers group, where someone Googled me and saw a poem that I wrote over twenty years ago. I barely write poetry now even though I bring the book in which I could write poems every day in my bag--maybe as a hope, a reminder or a memorial? I have not written a poem in such a long time. I was going to try to write a poem tonight, if I finish this post maybe I might try.

I remember when I used to chain write poems like some people chain smoke cigarettes. In my early twenties, I would sit in a cafe listening to Joni Mitchell's 'The Last Time I Saw Richard,' for example, writing a ton of poems, variations on the same things over and over. Every angle something I believed to be original, but it was the same thing over and over. At that time I did not need such heavy inspiration, I wrote what was in my heart, wrote because it was what I needed to do. Wrote because I could not not write.

The secret I do not even tell you
Who sees me like no one else ever gets to
My eyes on yours looking for the instruction in your
In your nothingness the
Plan the what will
I wait with bated breath
For the command

I decided just to experiment--whatever was inside me and not let it be blocked. Be inspired where I did not know there was inspiration. Maybe now I will carry the half empty book where I write poetry as a celebration instead of as a memorial.♥


  1. Hi Fidencia:

    I know the feeling which is why I started to blog lately. The feeling that I have to write because I can't not write but being uninspired to work on my own projects but still having something to say and refusing to self-censor or be blocked. So you just write and hope something takes.

    Good luck!

  2. Celebrate. Today you are a very different woman than you were in your 20s. You have so much more to say. How about a poem, as a rebuttal to those 20 year old thoughts. I think some of us in your life now, need to hear those words.

  3. Intriguing post, Fidencia, and you are one of the most inspired--and inspiring--women I know. Some of my best writing started out as "stuff" I just wrote for myself with absolutely no plan beyond putting down the words bubbling out of me before, like bubbles, I lost them. Cherish that notebook. You never know where you're "musings" might leads.

  4. Love your way of thinking. Go with whatever works for you. You are young and carefree. Use that to your advantage. And that notebook...hehehe....I still have that notebook buried in the back of my closet. So many many wonderful ideas that weren't yet tarnished by life.

  5. I think as writers we are always inspired, even when we think we're not.
    We are not like most people, let's face it! It's funny, I never wrote poetry in my 20's, I was an Advertising Copywriter in NYC then.
    Now at mid-life, my first book was short stories and poetry (The Shadow of a Dog I Can't Forget), but I think of myself mostly as a storyteller. I think good poets are really the best writers b/c they are forced to tell a story with the least amount of words, so they're usually beautiful words that make us stop in our tracks and think. I remember a few years back, I gave myself the goal of writing a haiku every day. Having to be so precise with that format really helped me with my writing. Great post. I've love to see more poetry from you.
    Another goal of mine is to invent a new word for poetry, something like Cellphone Storytelling so we can make it more popular and relevant with today's youth. Great post...Mary Kennedy Eastham, now working on her first novel Night Surfing

  6. Good luck saw the other post too.

  7. I like the idea as story teller no matter the genre: poetry or novel or even novella. It's the creativity that counts.

  8. I beg to differ, Ms. Solomon. Your post was, in fact, quite inspired and your poem sent shivers down my spine! The search for the key to unlock our creativity, and the enternal expectation that it will, indeed, flow once again, is what makes us artists.