I was riding my bicycle today, when the idea for a poem hit me out of the blue. I was still about thirty minutes away from my destination, so I had to force myself not to think about the poem. I realized a few weeks ago that if I think of something I want to write, without being in the right space and time to actually write it, then I wear it out in my mind. When I finally sit down at the computer … it’s gone. Very frustrating.
Sooo, today, after the first line of my poem hit me, I blocked it out of my mind and started paying attention to traffic instead. Which is the smart thing to do in the first place while riding down a busy street.
When I got to my destination, I got my notebook out and scribbled as fast as my tiny hands could. Time elapsed from title to finished poem? Ten minutes. Ray Bradbury would be so proud of me. T.S. Eliot, on the other hand, would turn in his grave … if he could. Do you know that it took him over two years to write The Wasteland? Yeah, as you can tell, I’m still bitter about my inability to understand that poem.
Anyway, let me reveal my latest piece of writing. If nothing else, it’s easy to understand.
Break my heart thoroughly
By Ada Ireland
When you break my heart,
Do it thoroughly.
Make me love you so intensely,
Make my soul rise so high,
Make me forget myself so completely,
That when you finally leave
And I come crushing down,
My heart will break into a million pieces.
Then it will be impossible for me to put the old heart back together.
Instead, I’ll take my time
To puzzle the pieces into a new heart.
One that has no memories of the pain .. the anguish of losing you.
A new heart that will have enough hope, courage, and trust
To believe in mind-shattering, soul-binding love again.
I love you and I always will,
So, when you break my heart,
PLEASE do it thoroughly.
It is my only chance of finding love again.
When my new heart is put together,
When there are no memories of you,
I’ll be ready for someone different.
I’ll be ready for another … you.
P.S. Tomorrow, I’ll share a link to a blog I’ve just discovered. The stories I read there today touched something inside me. The writing there is … real. The kind of writing that can bring down my own mental blocks. In a way, the poem I wrote today was a result of me reading that blog. I was in an unguarded state.
Now I’m in a sleepy state so I’ll go to bed. I’ll write more tomorrow.