I was going to write a blog post about my six-year-old daughter’s fear of death; and then I wrote a poem about it [instead]. That’s not to say that I’ve entirely abandoned the idea, as there’s a lot for me to say on the matter, but… it’s been hard for me to make progress on that post.
Even composing this account of my daily blogging is feeling like a bit of a trial to me. The more poetry I write, the less other forms of expression seem to be speaking to me… And I write poetry every single day, except for Shabbat (the Sabbath) and certain Jewish holidays.
As a writer, the consideration of how well I convey meaning in written form is of nearly utmost importance to me; but it has been becoming increasingly secondary to my sense of personal satisfaction. More and more, I am writing for myself as the primary audience. My poetry is written for me, and my ‘me’ wants – more poetry.
The more I explore and work at poetry, the more I find myself conveying thoughts in fewer words. Really, so much of what so many people write is so long… How many words does one actually need to convey their intended meanings? Even now, as I look up at the few paragraphs I’ve written above, I wonder… are all of these words actually necessary? (The answer, I think, is: ‘no’.)
I suppose that sometimes, like right now, I want to write in prose form to feel more certain that I’m being understood correctly. But this process and its outputs have come to be decreasingly fulfilling, compared to playing with poetry. (and it very much is ‘playing’)
Meanwhile, I’ve been noticing two divergent trends on my blog over the last several months, which have not reversed themselves:
- I have been receiving increasingly more comments and enjoying more active engagement at the ‘Skeptic’s Kaddish’ with other poets and writers; AND
- My total blog views per month have been dropping.
When I first noted that my monthly views were going down, back in September, I assumed that this had something to do with my increased output of micropoetry, for I had gotten into the groove of posting a lot of short pieces in a furious attempt to pen 365 poems for 2021 on Twitter. It made sense to me that some readers might have tired of so much micropoetry.
However, in the ensuing months, while I have been exploring many longer forms of poetry and have been posting micropoems only sporadically, my monthly views at the ‘Skeptic’s Kaddish’ have continued to decline… Even while the comment section of my blog has continued to grow increasingly active and full of engaging interactions with brilliant, supportive hearts and minds.
Honestly, I have never before enjoyed composing poetry and blogging here at the ‘Skeptic’s Kaddish’ as much I do now. And despite WordPress’s heavy, corporate emphasis on readership statistics, I’ve simply come to stop caring about them… because they don’t seem to reflect anything substantive or important to me.
Today, my creative blogging has come to feel like it’s at a perfectly comfortable place for me; and I feel so very blessed to enjoy reciprocal relationships with so many inspiring writers. For those of you who take the time to read my work and provide me with your feedback and support… no lines of mine could suffice to express my gratitude for your friendship.