I'm glad you write and write for others. It's beautifully spent time. I haven't written in years. My poems aren't really pleasant ones. I used to write to talk to myself to get things out. It's cathartic. Maybe someday I will publish them.
I don't know what the official woke topics are or that it's even a thing. Most of my writing are from over 20 years ago. There are absolutely no unicorns or rainbows in them.
They are depressing. From a depressing time in my life. Different whirlwind. I will see if I haven't yet packed them. If not, I will post them here. I will warn you, as I said before, they are not fond or loving poems. We all have had our battles.
Some poems are not meant to be posted. As you say, best to keep these to yourself. It took me 25 years to come to terms with my father in many poems. I never published them. But they were helpful in coming to terms with him and helped me visit him with my new son, take him out for coffee, forgive him and ask for his forgiveness in the year he died.
My writings are just ramblings of my life at those times or people around me. No one person really pinpointed. Grunted perspectives from once lost me. Since then I have found my, to put it nicely, "to hell with it" switch. I can't dwell on the past or pretend to know the future, only observe the present. That's where I am, mostly.
I'm glad you write and write for others. It's beautifully spent time. I haven't written in years. My poems aren't really pleasant ones. I used to write to talk to myself to get things out. It's cathartic. Maybe someday I will publish them.
Writing poems is the important part.
Publishing them these days is near impossible unless you repeat the officially sanctioned woke topics.
Enjoy the writing for the good of your soul.
I don't know what the official woke topics are or that it's even a thing. Most of my writing are from over 20 years ago. There are absolutely no unicorns or rainbows in them.
Get them out and reread them. Lots stored away you may want to reexplore.
They are depressing. From a depressing time in my life. Different whirlwind. I will see if I haven't yet packed them. If not, I will post them here. I will warn you, as I said before, they are not fond or loving poems. We all have had our battles.
Some poems are not meant to be posted. As you say, best to keep these to yourself. It took me 25 years to come to terms with my father in many poems. I never published them. But they were helpful in coming to terms with him and helped me visit him with my new son, take him out for coffee, forgive him and ask for his forgiveness in the year he died.
My writings are just ramblings of my life at those times or people around me. No one person really pinpointed. Grunted perspectives from once lost me. Since then I have found my, to put it nicely, "to hell with it" switch. I can't dwell on the past or pretend to know the future, only observe the present. That's where I am, mostly.