Aside from an occasional silly haiku or limerick — which doesn't really count — it's been well over a decade since I've written anything other than prose.
The last several years have been taken up with lots of academic writing (and a little blogging). Currently I have some other writing projects percolating — but all prose, no poetry.
I seem to have relegated poetry to my past, like well-loved jeans that no longer fit.
Some of that is good and right. As a teenager, I poured every hope and dream and fear onto paper, writing poems and song lyrics that were filled with teen drama and angst.
If I came across them today, I would blush with shame and embarrassment at their raw display of hormone-driven emotion... not to mention the wild imagination that had me picturing myself as a singer/songwriter with Something To Say.
I'm glad I went through that time. I think it gives me compassion and understanding for the young adults in my life. But I'm really glad I've grown less emotionally volatile, and have moved on from needing to express myself in that way.
At the same time, I wonder if I've lost something.
David wrote psalms throughout his life. If ever there was a singer/songwriter who exposed his heart, David was it. And he truly had something to say.
Maybe I just need a new subject.