Then an idea popped into my head for a poem with a phrase: “Writing for me | Writing for you.” And then I just wrote. Here is that poem:
Writing for me | Writing for you by Richard Kish
What does it mean if I’m writing for me?
Where do I start so I can write free?
What does it mean if I’m writing for you?
Where do I start when I haven’t a clue?
A poem’s a short thing, a novel’s quite long,
How do I know where my thoughts should belong?
A blog’s just a moment, a song’s just too hard,
The ideas in my head are too battered or scarred.
When I seek inspiration, that wonderful thing,
My mind wants to leap and to shout and to sing.
But the gears aren’t quite turning, I slow down and I grieve,
Because my mind just won’t let me conceive and believe.
So I sit in my bedroom wondering what I should do,
To see what it means to write for me or for you.
When that blocking of writing starts getting me down,
I try to remember it even affects writers of renown.
And this was the solution. A poem from my mind.
Because a thought can be defined and outlined and refined.
And whether I’m writing for me or for you,
That thought is the thing that will give me the clue.
