Monday, October 29, 2012

The silver lining...apparently it's my "thing". Sometimes.

It has recently been pointed out to me that I am that terribly annoying person who is constantly looking for the good in every situation. Gag, right? I know. Alas, this is another one of my "things" that I do. Car broke down? No problem, your new adventure will be riding the bus and making all sorts of fun friends. Washed your wool sweater in hot water and it shrunk? Who cares! Now your doggy has some trendy new apparel.

The only time this is not my "thing" is when I am reviewing some of my older or unfinished poems that I have relegated to my "Graveyard" file. I have a very hard time going through those old poems already deemed craptacular and finding a solid nugget to work with. This is unfortunate because I write half started/finished poems down all of the time. I enjoy it. I like getting the brainwaves going and the words rolling off of my tongue and there is never a better feeling than knowing you are just absolutely knocking it out of the park and not being sure of how you got there. But sometimes I don't like how the words hang together, don't like how they sound, don't like how they look on the page, and despite my best efforts I cannot save them. I just let them hang out in a folder I rarely revisit because it depresses me. Perhaps I am my own worst critic and these things are not as bad as I think they are. Or maybe they really are and you are really lucky that I am not subjecting you to read utter crap.

Moral of the story: I am sure that there is a silver lining for every situation. Except for truly shitty poems.

This is me looking over some poems that are beyond saving.  I believe the face says it all...

1 comment:

  1. I have a drawer of artwork and writing that I refuse to look at and refuse to get rid of!

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