Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

What Dissatisfaction Means For Me

When I am dissatisfied with someone or something
I look within and know I am really dissatisfied with me.
I need a new hobby, a new friend, a new job, a new something
So I begin to go to work

One day when I was dissatisfied I thought “What about poetry?”
I had written a poem six or seven years before.
One poem. Not two, just one.
I have no idea why I stopped there.

So I found a poetry site and I began to write poems.
Now when I look back at those first “poems” I laugh.
They were not poems at all, but really short stories.
The commenters were generous and kind to me though.

Now I have over seven thousand poems, and I love writing poetry.
All because I was dissatisfied on a Thursday during parent-teacher conference
When I had nothing to do for eight hours, because….
No one wants to see the counselor. No one.

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Michael Tor July 28, 2020 at 6:49 AM I liked my counselor she was sweet and she had a caring heart. I think your that way Caren and congratulations on your wonderful poetry career. Caren Krutsinger July 28, 2020 at 9:45 AM Thank you so much Michael. Poetry is something I decided to "try" about three years ago. Ha! This was God's plan.

Quoth Theraven July 27, 2020 at 9:04 PM Caren, Great counseling. Seven thousand and counting. -Richard Caren Krutsinger July 28, 2020 at 4:18 AM Thank you Richard. You do know I am a counselor, right? So in a way it is kind of a delightful pun on my vocation.

Joseph P. DiMino July 27, 2020 at 10:02 AM Very important spiritual truth you allude to. We can only see in others what is inside ourselves. On another note, so pleased you decided to write. This is just splendid. Thank you for sharing. Caren Krutsinger July 28, 2020 at 4:19 AM Thank you very much Joe. Some of these poems just throw themselves onto a page before I can think at all; this was one of those.