Write those poems down as they come to you, folks. Trust me. Yeah, I’ve only been writing daily for 8 months. That’s ok. There are a few lessons that come quickly and painfully.
Traffic was so slow this morning. We crawled up Santa Fe at 12 mph. I tapped my fingers on the wheel, stopped singing Uptown Girl, and clenched my jaw. While I hate big-city driving, the slow pace of traffic does at times leave me stuck in the most inspiring places. Like the old rubber factory on Mississippi. Every time I pass the old rubber factory, words flood my mind. I briefly glance at the broken-out windows and hear the lyrics in my inside-voice. I’ve yet to figure out how to capture the rubber plant words for later writing. I’ll keep working on that.
When I got home this afternoon I was deep in thought as I changed into workin-clothes. My mind was on something important and I began arranging the words into rhyming stanzas. I remember the words “fall” and “all” but honestly, it’s been 3 hours now, and that poem is gone. So are those thoughts.
What was so important that I didn’t reach for my journal as soon as I emerged from the closet? I think I was hungry. There was leftover chili in the fridge. There were clouds that needed to be Instagramed. Or maybe I just assumed the words would still be there later, y’know, when I finally sat down to write. Alas.
Well this is just a little post to remind you that moments are fleeting, and memories are too. Are there nice words in your head? Write them down! Now!