Hi there! It's day two and I'm still going strong. Today's poem was inspired by this prompt by Megan Falley. This wasn't as hard as I initially thought it would be to write. My most significant break from writing took place during my most adult relationship. I still have questions to ask myself about this topic but for now this is what we have to work with: [embed]https://soundcloud.com/talichaj/zoo-of-the-unwritten[/embed]
Zoo of the Unwritten
When I wasn’t writing, I was limbs wrapped up in his sheets,
all my words caged, my throat a zoo of the unwritten.
Love was not a spark, not a forest floor of poems on fire.
When asked have you ever been in love? I pause.
If this thing, that grabs you by the heart and spins you until all the world multi-colored
swirls, is supposed to inspire, then why did I stare at so many unmarked pages?
Why did i not poet? Or artist? Or create?
I want to say, yes I have been in love and it was extraordinary,
I wrote ten books worth of poems about how marvelous it all was,
I was the poet laureate of love, I was the one they teach you about
in sadity writing courses at the university where I could never afford more than one semester.
Instead I pause. Shrug. Say I don’t know. I think so? I mean I loved him, but…
