I got an idea for a poem last night or early this morning. It was dark outside whatever time it was.
I don't consider myself a poet, but every now and then, inspiration strikes and I can write one.
I didn't want to write it at first. Even though I knew I wouldn't share it right away (if I did at all), writing it down still seemed like sharing.
Well, I guess I would be sharing it with a paper. But I guess when I wrote it down, it wouldn't feel like mine anymore. And it wouldn't just be in my head anymore. It would actually--GASP--manifest.
I didn't want that.
I finally did set pen to paper earlier today. The only problem was, what I had in my head came back in such a scatter-shot way of what I wanted to write. Oops. Should've written it down last night when inspiration first struck.
I could've gotten it all down and revised it later. But no, my own reluctance cost me...well, it didn't cost me anything, really. It just annoyed me later.
I wrote down what I did remember of the different stanzas, and the refrain. It won't be the first time I wrote a poem out of order. Sometimes lines just come. I don't want to throw it out, but I don't know where to put it. So I just cut the stanzas out and rearrange them until I'm happy with it.
And the Golden Girls Rejection (I really should've posted this when I mention that I got a rejection letter):