But I Can’t

Summary

The web content is a reflective and nostalgic poem about yearning for the simple pleasures and vibrant experiences of life before the pandemic, inviting readers to express what they miss through poetry.

Abstract

The poem "But I Can't" by Sherry McGuinn captures a deep longing for the carefree days of the past. It is an ode to the joys of wearing bold lipstick, enjoying musky perfumes, feeling confident in one's skin, dancing in new places, wearing favorite boots, laughing with friends over martinis, and the thrill of flirting with strangers. The author reminisces about these experiences with a sense of loss and nostalgia, wishing to relive the times when such simple pleasures were taken for granted. The poem is accompanied by a call to other writers to share their own longings in poetic form, emphasizing the cathartic power of writing and community during challenging times. McGuinn, a seasoned writer, also promotes her new newsletter as a source of entertainment and distraction.

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The author expresses a strong desire to return to pre-pandemic life, emphasizing the loss of personal freedoms and social interactions.
There is an appreciation for the sensory experiences that contribute to one's sense of identity and joy, such as wearing perfume and favorite clothes.
The poem conveys a sense of camaraderie and support for the writing community, encouraging others to express their feelings through poetry.
The author values the power of storytelling and creativity as means to cope with current hardships, as evidenced by the invitation to write and the promotion of her newsletter.
There is an underlying tone of resilience and hope, as the author looks back on past good times while also seeking new ways to connect and entertain through writing.

An ode to what was.

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I want to swipe on a red lip, let my hair down from its clip and have a whale of a time.

I want to drown in a cloud of musky scent like a Femme Fatale with true intent and have a whale of a time.

I want to dab it between my breasts and thighs on my sex if I dare to inspire sighs and have a whale of a time.

I want to feel good in my skin in my favorite pants, check out a new place where we can dance and have a whale of a time.

I want to slip my feet into my badass boots strut my stuff, turn on all the old coots and have a whale of a time.

I want to sip martinis at my favorite haunt laugh with my friends, share a joke and a taunt and have a whale of a time.

I want to let myself go and not think of the danger of what could happen if I flirt with a stranger and have a whale of a time.

I want to slide into bed at the end of the night, and dream of the days when we basked in the light and had a whale of a time.

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Okay, lovely writers, my last prompt focused on who you’re missing now. Here’s a new one. Tell us what you’re missing, IN A POEM. Whether it be strolling through a mall, bending over a pool table, and lining up a shot…whatever floats your boats. It doesn’t matter if you normally do not write poetry. I’ve been “dabbling” and it opens up new horizons so please give it a shot.

As always, please feel free to pay the prompt forward.

Sherry McGuinn is a slightly-twisted, longtime Chicago-area writer and award-winning screenwriter. Her work has appeared in The Chicago Tribune, Chicago Sun-Times, and numerous other publications. Sherry’s manager is currently pitching her newest screenplay, a drama with dark, comedic overtones and inspired by a true story.

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