Julie’s kind comment about yesterday’s tanka made me think. I almost gave up on that tanka, thought maybe I’d hit the tanka wall as it were. After all, I’ve written twenty-two poems so far this month, which might be impressive for anyone, but for me it’s doesn’t even seem possible. Before last year’s poem-a-day, one-week challenge from Stacey and Ruth (this year’s challenge starts Thursday, folks), writing more than one poem a year was unheard of. And maybe I had forced out as much poetry as I could hope for? But I let it sit all night, came back to it at the last minute and found a way to finish.
So is writing — poetry or anything else — like running, like working out? You push yourself as far as you can go … and then you get to the point where you feel you can’t go any further, but instead of stopping, you push yourself a little further … and you get past that point and find a new burst of energy? We’ll see. My tanka have been mostly inspired by things I see and do outside this house. Today I’m not budging. I’ve got to finish that grant proposal I lost yesterday, and I have about a thousand things to do around here. Can I pull poetry out of housework and fundraising? We shall see ….