Thoughts on Poetry

I have always been a writer (if you ask my mom, since 2nd grade really), or maybe just someone who writes… I consistently find myself being more able to write my thoughts and feelings much more than I could ever say them out loud. In person I blush, I struggle to find words for even the most every day things, and quite often the first thing that rolls off my tongue should have been edited before my brain allowed it to do so…

I fell out of the habit writing so much until I found myself on this journey here. Art needs a story. Every time I wrote a story about my art, I found myself wanting to put into words the feelings that led me to paint the way I did. One day I did just that. Sometimes it was writing words, because I could not paint what my mind saw. Sometimes I write first and then paint… Either way it turns out – those words are my story.

I take each word and roll it around in my brain… let it really ruminate inside. There are days when words are pouring out of me like a fountain and there are days when I struggle to put a full sentence out. I’m glad it varies though. It gives me time to grow, to learn, to experience life – and to truly feel the words as they come.

This was the first poem I wrote last year. The start of something special.

Hope you stay on this page for a journey…. these poems are a dedication to what my heart and life could be.

Much love, Robyn