FREEWRITE: Lost to-

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Thunder claps and groans:
Drives me -in a frenzy-
to the balcony
A deluge of rain
splashing
along the mosaic banister

I arrange crates
coffee
pillows
the tiny glass table
I have grown to love

Light cheap incense
Like a ritual
So it mixes with the wetness
of everything:

damp books
too warm air
the flooded ant mounds
wood rot.

The God of Rain
and everything
says, cmon now girl:
write
write
write.

But by the time I get the window open
the birds start again
Sudden heat -from the east-
radiating across my thighs

No more staccato songs
No more secret soul chants
No sacred drum dance
No more, no more, no more

Those dark clouds
That isolated moment
Shift -away from me
Lost to preparation

Like my children’s childhoods
Like this unwritten poem
Like the joy of living

And not dying
not dying
not dying.



DAILY WRITING PROMPT:
Have you ever had the sudden inspiration to write, but then spent so much time preparing for it that that moment was lost? Freewrite for 10 minutes, right now, about that experience.

Do you mourn the loss? Were you happy to avoid the challenge of writing? Did you put it off intentionally, subconsciously maybe? Share your work in the comments!