Where are you when you write?
You know, that moment when ideas arrive
and you have no choice
but to reshape the blank page?
Do the words fall upon you suddenly
seeking a home, a place to be?
Or do they tease you, defy you,
find a specific location on the page?
When and where do the ideas come and go?
Is it important? Or is it enough
to be here, waiting for the words to arrive?
Choosing the order in which words will follow,
so many words competing for our limited attention,
sometimes calling out for us to rescue them
from ill fitting, awkward spaces.
Always adopting and adapting language,
always wondering if we are ever heard
and how our words will be understood.
Janet Cormier is a painter, writes prose and poetry, and performs comedy. JC prefers different and original over pretty. She loves collecting stuff, but cleaning not so much. Janet also talks to strangers. A lot. Her column appears weekly on Oddball Magazine.