July 2 question - Is there a genre you haven't tried writing in yet that you really want to try? If so, do you plan on trying it?
I already write in multiple genres. It's unlikely that I'll try anything new at this point because I have too many irons in the fire. As it is, I doubt I'll ever bring most of the embryonic proto-stories I have in my idea bank to life because I'm always coming up with new ideas.
Sometimes my ideas manifest as poems, and what are poems if not little stories? This is one of my poems that was accepted for the Soul Chaser anthology from Dragon Soul Press.
A Hard Lesson
Thinking ‘bout all the times that I drove in my car
Belting out an ode to someone who I believed could set me free
While lamenting the fact that our love could never be.
It’s pretty fucking sad
To want someone so bad
While knowing all the while
That you’re just not his style.
How would I respond
To someone behaving like me
If she asked me what she should do.
Should she give up on her dream
Or should she try to see it through?
I’d tell her limerence is a losing game
Even if his soul is crying out,
It’s nothing you can do anything about.
I’d tell her to let it be.
I’d advise her to set herself free.
‘Cause he don’t even know you exist
He’ll never know that you care.
You can’t do a thing to help with his problems
Except to send up a prayer.
Leave it in the hands of the angels,
Leave it at Heaven’s door.
‘Cause there’s nothing you can do to see it through
For this faraway man you adore.
You need to take care of yourself,
You need to learn to love you best.
It’s better to live life alone and free
Than limerent and always bereft.
Let it be.
Set yourself free.
Love yourself best,
And you’ll always be blessed.
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Yes, the poem is autobiographical. No, I don't want anyone feeling sorry for me.
Before this life has run its course, one of my intentions is to write a memoir about my struggles with limerence.
Limerence masquerades as love, but it ain't love.
Unless it's your intent to make me want to chew nails and spit fire, please don't tell me that "it's not too late to find love." Trust me, I am not looking. I don't know how to play that game, and I'm not interested in learning.
If you'd like to pick up a copy of the Soul Chaser anthology, follow this link. It's just $4.99 for plenty of poems! It's available now. This is just the graphic I had handy.
Until next time.
Ornery Owl Has Spoken
The Grumpy Cat meme fits well!
ReplyDeleteSometimes new genres and such are just too much effort...
Hi, Ornery Owl! I loved your post, and your poem! You taught me a new word "limerence." I didn't know it, but I was struck with limerence a time or too, and I was the object of someone who was struck with limerence for me. So I know it from both sides. "It’s pretty fucking sad,
ReplyDeleteTo want someone so bad, While knowing all the while, That you’re just not his style" sums it up perfectly.