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Daily writing practice

2021/11/26 #poetry Now, sitting in the room with the golden light filtering in, noticing the comfort that the furniture furnishes, allowing the drowsiness to resonate through my body, moving gently and pleasantly slowly. Later, to sleep on a soft bed in a warm room, if awakened to be able to slip back easily in the still quiet, feeling well fed and safe. Another day, moving out into the world from this place where ease and comfort allows my recovery from all the activity and affront of life, enjoying the encounters with new and interesting things and situations with a fresh and relaxed mind and body, free to spend my attention where I will. The unpleasant seems so far from here.

2021/11/25 #poetry Out among the berried bushes Deep in the brush Far enough from the stream Where people don't go Birds find this place Live without our noise Experience their world In their way Without us watching Or contemplating Their actions

Hours can pass With this same lack of oversight When in solitude On one's own One involves in the acts That a body must Some tramping Or grooming Eating And eliminating Watching the trees Searching for wild food Nothing needs deeper contemplation In these moments

Free of strategizing Scant of struggle A person Or a bird Moves forward Heartbeat by heartbeat

2021/11/24 #poetry Not the easy way. That would be to have it done for you. Let another choose or be in a situation with requirements or somehow otherwise have only one option. The hard way is shopping. Make a decision yourself. The easy way is to get the first thing that fits, works for your needs, has a decent price. The hard way is to continue shopping. Find the best option. Find the best deal. Pick a cool color. The easy way is to commit. Once you've decided, to pull the trigger. Make the purchase and live with it. The hard way is to wait. To deliberate after looking at options and finding a favorite. To sleep on it. Oh, it's so nice to be able to take the easy way.

2021/11/23 #poetry Out in the quiet forest I came here with my notebook To escape the noise The noise of people It is not that quiet here But the sounds are soothing They don't distract They calm They cater to creativity It is easier to let things out When you are not blocking things out

2021/11/22 #poetry Is everything a mirror, In the sense that it changes, Affects and connects, And all in return, Everything else? This is how you realize That the foundation of knowledge is shaky When you are forced to ask “What is a thing?” Is behavior? Thought? Potential? Emotion? Strategy? Expected outcome? Opportunity? Light? Energy? Understanding? Symbolic representation? A thing? Reflect on that.

2021/11/21 #poetry

This day the Sun rose up
I wake out a heavy sleep
Only 15 hours left in it
Then I go to sleep again
A few hours not too long
Make what I will of them

2021/11/20 #poetry One day you'll see. The world is fine, the world is free.

What makes writing on the bottom line of the screen so uncomfortable?

Honestly, there should be a law against hunching over.

Six lines of six words each
Try to make them sound nice
Do your best to create cool
Explore how a new way works
Fit it all together just so
Make sure it can make sense

2021/11/19 #poetry Off we go, off into the way away

I get tired so quick these nights like a... a... a..., well I'd tell you if I wasn't so tired. Tired like an 18 wheeler Ha! But that makes no sense Just a pun, not a good one with double meaning A bad one that makes no sense at all in context but uses the word in a noncontextual fashion What do dreams and 4 year olds have in common. They say junk that only makes sense to them. Linguistic rules have no hold on dreams or 4 year olds. Or bad puns This poem could do with a little less rules It would be easier to follow inconsistent dreamed rules when tired like this Just a little tireder Why does getting ready for bed wake me back up? Such a disappointment, to feel pulled toward that luscious limit of wakefulness then to say, I'll give in Just a moment for a couple tasks in the bathroom To then find that pull has evaporated after these tasks. Such a tease. Well, I always try again. I give in.

2021/11/18 Argleblargle! As you may have heard it is the sound of frustration to the point of loss of speech capacity. Obviously it's not the only anguished cry people will make in that condition but it is interesting because it is more complex than most of the other utterances. Almost a word itself. It's catchy, so much so that I find myself thinking of it, in word-like form, when I want to use the concept of such extreme frustration to illustrate a point. Also so much so that it is used often enough in that situation to be recognizable. Not so catchy that it has become a word in common use or defined in a dictionary. It would be best not to use it as a word. It could trigger memories of a not too pleasant state, pulling you in toward such experiences.

2021/11/17 #poetry Let's find out! It won't be hard. Just climb the fence into the neighbors yard. Fantastic things we've heard are there, the kind of things that raise your hair. Just don't cry out or they will know, their dog will soon be at your toe. If we find treasure, leave it be. I will not condone thievery. Should there be traps just stay close by. I've got a really astute eye. If you spot candy it's probably fine, but any lemon drops you see are mine. When we return we'll know for sure; but we'll spread more rumors, build allure.