Please
She Will Not Be Quiet: A (mostly unedited) daily writing practice
Day #162 of (mostly unedited) daily writing/sharing
Please
What can I say that hasn’t already been said? Pen hovers just above the lined page. I don't want straight lines. I don't want to say what has already been said. I don't want to write a poem worthy of praise, don't want to even call this a poem. It's not. It's a woman sitting by an open window at the beginning of this new day, willing the emptiness, the heartbreak to speak. A woman at the beginning of this new day praying for the hungry children, for her dear old friend whose heart needs mending, probably because the heartache was too big to contain. The truth, it's what makes a poem a poem, the only kind of poem I wish to write. I bow my heart in prayer for every empty belly— what miracle, these beating hearts. I bow my head again and say: Please. Maybe that one word is enough today. Maybe the poem is in the space after the word— Please
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Day 7, Jill's 10-minute Morning Write, Excerpt:
And I knew I was being called to leave my marriage, to strike out into completely new and terrifying territory. I was being called to choose me in a world that didn't know what to do with a woman choosing herself first. In my world in which I didn't know what to do with me choosing myself first. It was antithetical to everything I had been carefully taught, the role models so judiciously chosen, the me so tenderly, masterfully squelched under the weight of the male-dominated world in which I breathed.
'I bow my head again and say: Please.'