Word to the Whys
Writing the least of yourself
is a tight-mesh strainer.
What sieves through the other side
is pure soul captured.
First moments sometimes bitter, even rancid—
rind rank with utter lack, boredom, and a million whys.
Persevere. It’s there.
Allow the wander,
write for wonder,
lay bare juicy creation.
Get wise to the words
ripened inside.
–kjfields
As we continue our journey, sometimes faltering, through National Poetry Month, kjfields is a beacon. KJ is a founding member of the Burn Wild workshop and has ticked off a poem every day of the month so far.
We are grateful for the beauty and wisdom here, and to be sharing in this experience together. Thank you, KJ!
