"Every word that has spilled from my tongue is my therapy". I find writing cathartic and sometimes, though infrequently, more than unintelligible garbage comes out. Really though, I have no idea what I am doing, I'm just a mad rambler that appreciates a place for my drivel to be deposited. If someone reads and enjoys, I'm thrilled. Feel free to add me as a friend, I don't bite. I'm more active on red.
I've been writing academically for a few years and it's hard to break out of habit and return to a creative style. Although I have lots of ideas, much of my current scribblings are without cohesion and I'm awaiting a stroke of inspiration which currently seems imaginary! Come what may, perhaps I will eventually surprise myself here.
I love the beautiful versatility and adaptability of poetry, in that it is a medium with the capacity to be with or without rules... it can be crafted technically and with precision - metre, rhyme and form, or it can be crafted the way the author chooses - thoughts that tumble onto the page and tell a story in context that is perfect for them.