So, yeah. I’ve had a dry spell. The last post here (before today) was made almost exactly a year ago. My website went down due to some corrupt content, and I had a hell of a time getting that straightened out, and, frankly, I had other stuff to deal with so I just let it be down. It was one plate I just couldn’t keep up in the air, you know?

So, I’m back! And I’m joining tons of other makers as they participate in #100dayprojects. Instead of doing just one thing every day, I am writing a poem one day and creating a collage the next. The poems (number one is below) will be shared here, and the collage inspired by the words will be posted on Instagram HERE. Follow along if you’re inclined!

And p.s. I’m not a poet. But I’m willing to try new things. Give yourself permission to do the same.

Dry Spell

I’m staring at the page as if English is my second language.

No words come.

No ideas, even, to consider

and dismiss.

Less than 48 hours ago I was flush with ideas.

Notes were breathlessly penned

before they flew out of my head a mile high.

Retrieval has been a challenge after fifty.

So, now, is arousal.

And soon enough, climax.

I stare at empty blue lines on white paper

like beige walls in a sex joke.

My mind as unresponsive as the woman’s body.

Perhaps my waning creativity is entwined with my estrogen?

Perhaps it will plummet

along with my artery elasticity

and vagina saturation.

Copyright 2019 – Laurie Marshall

This poem is being posted as part of the #100dayproject. Find out more here.