Writing poetry ... or not.

For me, poems just happen or they don't.  I'd like to write more of them but can never write to order.  It seems that for me there needs to be an intensity of having something to say which requires a poem and then I can write one.  I think I can write well when I have something really important to say, and sometimes that might be in prose, but if what I want to write about is worthwhile but not really important (or even if it isn't particularly worthwhile but is required) I can write well, but don't always do so (and I apologise for the posts I write here which may be more sloppily put together). 

This poem arrived about a week ago. 


 

For the record

twenty-five years

since my soulmate died

I note the occasion

with good memories

and interest

looking back

a quarter of a century

friends new and old

the real me

emerging then established

I post on social media

to make sure his memory

is honoured

then start to miss

not him, but you

love for a soulmate

is obvious, almost

unnecessary to mention

but you who were not my soulmate

were more loved

were more in a story

we unfolded together

our love and life

a more real thing

that might not have been but was

a marriage of imperfections

worked with and valued

and family

embraced and embracing

unconditionally

he had the easy life

universally liked

while you struggled

to fit in

except in my heart