Daily writing practice
2022/4/15 #poetry I have a nice tree that I like to see. It's big and it's tall and it's probably old. I never spend an entire day with it. It's life is its own. Our intersecting moments are something I revere. They pass more quickly for the tree. Is that slower tracing through time the thing I am drawn to?
2022/4/14 #poetry How do you know when to stop? You don't. You just can't go on. So you stop. Once you've already stopped, then yes, you know you've stopped. You may then say 'It's time to stop' but what you mean is it's time to accept that you've stopped. To stop trying to continue since you aren't getting anywhere.
2022/4/13 #poetry Thinking, thinking, pondering, mulling. I must come up with a new idea. I must! My task requires it. It's easy though, I'm assured. You just take an old idea, shine it up, and knock it on it's side. Or take two old ideas and fuse 'em together. Maybe trim the edges. Sometimes you have to do it a few times before you can find something you can run with, but then all you have to do is keep running. Don't fall down. Then you're on your way. Eventually it's hard to stop having new ideas. Then it can be hard to stick with one. That's the next trick.
2022/4/12 #poetry Thanks for the book. I didn't read it. I started, but it wasn't doing anything for me, so a few pages in, I stopped. It does seem like the kind of thing I'd like. It might be that I've just got too many other things going on, for the moment, to get into it. I'm not suggesting I'll circle back, but it's always a possibility. I do appreciate. As always, Thanks.
2022/4/10 #poetry Falling into the water, I tried to make my body as relaxed as possible. For those ¾ seconds before I broke the surface I wanted to feel comfortable. To find the position, while I was without pressure, that seemed the least imposing. Dropping all resistance, allowing gravity to act as it will. In a sense an act of surrender, perhaps that is what triggers that moment of serenity.
2022/4/7 #poetry My room is too hot. Just ninety seconds inside and sweat drenches clothes. There's no escape, every corner is blasting with heat. The walls radiate it unrelentingly. Downstairs is cool, outside is hot but not unmanageably so, the shade is an escape. My room is fifteen degrees hotter than outside. It is nice when it's cold out. Now, though, it's not really fine at all. Too hot.
2022/4/6 Now and then, something really nice happens and everything else seems a bit nicer too. It's not because of it that things feel nicer but because you feel nicer that everything else does as well. That makes it doubly nice. Of course, all this happens in the other direction as well. Harsher begets harsher. Bite your tongue and it spoils the whole meal. And so life proceeds, like a seesaw.