Renaissance

If I ever had writer’s block you would see me dead

at some corner in a bar with your typical

bottle of Jack and burnt notebooks. I swear

if  I lost the ability to think through poetry

and write about my ripped up demons,

my past haunts, my future encounters,

then I would be dead inside for sure.

I can barely breathe now with how

real life sucks up my soul in conference

meetings, evaluation of employees,

frustrated children, parents who

neglect, my faults piling up

as I see how awful I could be

when confronted with life,

car crashes, headaches, aging,

poems pouring out like coffee

from a pot.

I took a class at Concordia

called The Renaissance

the History professor

proved that all these statues

had a story, all these white perfect

Roman gods had the same life

as the Greeks, changed a name

deleted a column, added an arc

and revived humanity.

If only I could do the same with poetry

make it my battle

rebirth

to the art that few protect.

Grab your pen

paper

raw words

and create

a new renaissance.

What else is there to do

except your nails? or your hair?

or your membership at the gym

needs renewal,

don’t forget to post pictures

of you and hubby at so-so restaurant

yes, I’ll be over here,

writing poems

and showing you my heartache.

You never knew I could write.

I know.

You thought I was just another wife,

but you saw it in my eyes.

You told me that once

I remember everything.

 

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20 comments

  1. Erika Kind · January 27, 2016

    I cannot imagine you ever with a writer’s block. It always flows so naturally, Chrissy 🙂

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    • Chrissy · January 27, 2016

      thank you Erika, just something was discussing with a friend, because if I could just lock myself in a room like Virginia Woolf writes, I would and not come out for days. you’re so sweet and kind, shatz

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      • Erika Kind · January 27, 2016

        OMG, that is the most wonderful time. Locking myself up in a room and knowing I am not disturbed by anyone for hours … or as you say even better for days! The passion of writing… haha! Thanks a lot and the Schatzi goes back to you, dear! 😘

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      • Chrissy · January 27, 2016

        🙂

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      • Erika Kind · January 27, 2016

        😊

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  2. Miss Lavendius · January 27, 2016

    ❤❤❤ Wow wow wow… Feeeeellssss!

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  3. thelonelyauthorblog · January 27, 2016

    You get writer’s block??? That is the stuff of mere mortals, not as Greek Godess like you.

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  4. Eric · January 27, 2016

    And now I think about all your poems like little Athenas running around, having sprung straight from your forehead. 😉 ❤

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    • Chrissy · January 28, 2016

      What a visual, I love that, I could see that happening too. An idea for a poem. lol :))) xoxoxo

      Liked by 1 person

  5. laurelwolfelives · January 27, 2016

    You’re obviously not dead in a corner bar yet….nor do I believe you ever will be. Great poem!

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    • Chrissy · January 28, 2016

      I pray that the words never stop, because if they ever do, I won’t go on. Thank you so much. Much love to you:)

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      • laurelwolfelives · January 28, 2016

        I think my words have stopped. I’ve pretty much written about my whole life….there’s nothing left. If I had an imagination….it would be a different story (or post.) LOL

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  6. Chrissy · April 21, 2016

    Reblogged this on Christina Strigas .

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  7. Fat Bottom Girl · April 21, 2016

    Yet so many of those statues had no arms. Which I can relate to–wanting to reach out, but unable to do so.

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  8. clinock · April 22, 2016

    every multifaceted level of your poetry vibrates in me…enjoy you so much…

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