I have been practicing my art. Badly.
Reading science texts and taking notes. Working from the notes to make poems.
But the poems are not coming. Nothing is happening.
This has been a fallow week for my poetry project.
The consolation is that my soul is growing anyway. Because I am practicing, even if not succeeding.
And I did write and submit three ekphrastic poems, so that counts for something, right?
Here’s to keeping up the practice regardless of results.