By Barb Edler 27 March 2026
I’m one who may write two or three poems a day. Some of them I really treasure. Others I can never get just right even though I feel strongly about the subject. Most of my poems will never be read. I’ll forget them. They will disappear on a broken hard drive or inside “the cloud”. Just keeping my thoughts in an orderly fashion is difficult. Organizing my poems so I can find the ones I think are worthy is even more difficult. I write to save my sanity, to make peace with the past, to mend the pain.
Crafting a poem isn’t always easy. Today I was staring at books on my desk. Although I wrote a much longer poem, I decided to cut several lines and ended up with the following draft.

The Creative Act
She's writing poetry to save her life
chasing things as they are,
trying to mend the past
the......what happened to you?

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