So, I'm working on my hurricane poems. Yes, I know it doesn't look like I am, but I am. grrr Really hard to take the steps back (or should I say steps forward) and get INTO the scene, not be the observer. For me, it has always been easier that way. Perhaps I'm more a writer than I thought. So this is what came out of my frustration.
THE BUSINESS OF POETRY
Hands poised over the keyboard,
tapping letters, forming words,
frustration of inadequacy exposed,
as I hit the delete button again.
Capturing fragments of time,
sketching reflections, emotions,
snapshots from pencil and paper,
this business of targeted words.