I've heard it said that we write the same poem over and over again—maybe in different guises, but it's really the same poem.
I've been struggling with this series I've been working on, or this group of poems written around a theme. I've been trying to make some of them fit, and trying to make some of them poems.
Halfway through, I suddenly decided that the heart of this group, the theme, was not what I first thought it was. I started writing about Autumn and a pond and some pears (and some other things), and then I decided that it was really about my son leaving for college.
Good to know.
But now, I'm back to the pond. And I realize that, right now, that's all I want to write about. Every day. I'm not just writing the same poem in different guises—I'm writing the same poem.
And I'm happy about it. I'm going to keep writing it for as long as I want.
What about you? Do you ever feel like you're writing the same poem over and over? Do you ever write the same poem again and again on purpose?