The stairs to the stage

I haven't written a poem in more than six months. It's a low priority and I'm busy. I had an idea for a poem in October(?), about a shapeshifter being upset by a mimic (although they both changed forms frequently, one of them had an essential self which was consistent across the changes and one of them did not) but I couldn't get it to work - you can see how clunky my explanation is in prose. If I had the poetry of it, the prose would be better.

It occurred to me today that the majority of the poems I have written have been love poems. That's not the bulk of what I send out for publication; my published poems are predominantly not love poems. But the day-to-day things I have dashed off have mostly been love poems, intended for a one-person audience and the amusement of the moment. And I think maybe that has been the equivalent of me running scales on the piano. It's not what I perform, and it's not terribly impressive, but it's what keeps my hands in the right position when I want to throw off something virtuosic.

I don't know whether that's right, but I think it might be. Might have to go back to silly limericks, like in high school.