Writing 

For years I taught students about writing,
about how to capture the reader's attention,
about the importance of an introduction, and,
about how to develop & conclude an essay.
I recall emphasizing not to use clichés,
writers need to use fresh, descriptive words
that make their thoughts known with clarity
and, most of all, with feeling.

Many, many times I said,

"Remember, no worn out, trite phrases that

fill lines but not the heart and soul."

Years later, here I am,

trying to follow my own advice

and write a line or two about a

long forgotten memory tucked away

in a deep corner of my heart.

Maybe I could write about growing up in

Brooklyn and how much fun I had

with my brother & sister playing outside

with the kids from the block:

Red light-Green light, tag, May I,

hopscotch, roller skating, and more.

Or, maybe I could write about walking to school

and making the unavoidable stop at the candy store

to buy Bazooka bubble gum wrapped in a

Bazooka Joe comic strip for just two cents.

Yes, I want to write, but I don't feel the muse.

I allow daily dos and must dos distract me,

I use them as excuses, justifications for

not allowing myself to think, write, read,

and then write some more.

Maybe I should be still, meditate and

get in touch with my inner self

so I can coax memories & feelings

out of their hiding places.

Or, maybe all I need to do is

pick up a pen and begin

writing, writing, writing.