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’s out before I know it.</p><p id="a769">Today, I don’t feel the urge to write. I have some ideas, but they’re not ready to come pouring out. They need to simmer for a while. My brain racks up spices and other ingredients to be able to serve a decent story. While it’s cooking in my head, I don’t even know how it will taste like. The mood is not set, the message is not clear, it will be forced out.</p><p id="b936">Write to publish and I end up producing garbage. Currently, I have 45 drafts in Medium. Some, I polish regularly. They are in the making. I don’t want those to be a quick snack. I want them to be a decent meal served in a nice restaurant. It takes time to prepare good food. The same goes for writing.</p><p id="76c0">Again, today, there was no urge. A couple of my writings are my usual go-to. But I don’t feel like working on them. I decided to skim through my drafts. The tanka above was one of them. Just like you did, I opened it, I read it. And then…</p><p id="1eb9">I got the feeling there was a real message in there. There must be a meaning hidden in the tanka somewhere. Thinking, actions and gestures. Smart and dumb insults. Those ingredients must amount to something, right?</p><p id="3f98">Sadly, I can’t remember writing th

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e tanka. It’s been too long. To make matters worse, I didn’t include any notes as to the meaning. Or why I felt the tanka wasn’t ready to be published just yet.</p><p id="54d3">I reinforced the idea that poetry needs to be explained. Especially if I can’t explain my own.</p><p id="25e2">How do you feel about poetry? Do you like explanations, or would you rather be dazzled by a beautiful flow of heartfelt emotion? Please tell me in the comments!</p><p id="ba85">Also, I can try and explain my own tanka to me, but I think it would be fun if you give it a shot. Care to tell me in the comments why I wrote this? I’m looking forward to your responses!</p><div id="b21f" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/write-for-the-lark-525aba334680"> <div> <div> <h2>Write for The Lark</h2> <div><h3>Submission guidelines for a short story and poetry publication</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*ozt7BP__wDxNylJnDZLoDg.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

How to make sense of myself

I am told to think

before I say something smart

actions speak louder

adding gestures to insult

is dumber than one would think

To me, poetry is more enjoyable if there is an explanation to the author’s mind. I always like to explain why I have included a phrase, why I referenced a mood, or why I feel something similar is actually a juxtaposition.

I keep a huge list of what I want to write about. I don’t consult it very often. When something has bugged me for a while, I write about it. When I come across something beautiful, I write about it. When I am inspired, amazed, depressed, or… well, you get it. When something is stirred inside of me, I let it go. My thoughts and emotions flow into prose or poetry. It’s out before I know it.

Today, I don’t feel the urge to write. I have some ideas, but they’re not ready to come pouring out. They need to simmer for a while. My brain racks up spices and other ingredients to be able to serve a decent story. While it’s cooking in my head, I don’t even know how it will taste like. The mood is not set, the message is not clear, it will be forced out.

Write to publish and I end up producing garbage. Currently, I have 45 drafts in Medium. Some, I polish regularly. They are in the making. I don’t want those to be a quick snack. I want them to be a decent meal served in a nice restaurant. It takes time to prepare good food. The same goes for writing.

Again, today, there was no urge. A couple of my writings are my usual go-to. But I don’t feel like working on them. I decided to skim through my drafts. The tanka above was one of them. Just like you did, I opened it, I read it. And then…

I got the feeling there was a real message in there. There must be a meaning hidden in the tanka somewhere. Thinking, actions and gestures. Smart and dumb insults. Those ingredients must amount to something, right?

Sadly, I can’t remember writing the tanka. It’s been too long. To make matters worse, I didn’t include any notes as to the meaning. Or why I felt the tanka wasn’t ready to be published just yet.

I reinforced the idea that poetry needs to be explained. Especially if I can’t explain my own.

How do you feel about poetry? Do you like explanations, or would you rather be dazzled by a beautiful flow of heartfelt emotion? Please tell me in the comments!

Also, I can try and explain my own tanka to me, but I think it would be fun if you give it a shot. Care to tell me in the comments why I wrote this? I’m looking forward to your responses!

Tanka

Lost Musings

How to make sense of myself

Write for The Lark

Submission guidelines for a short story and poetry publication