Daily writing practice
2021/10/17 #poetry Simplifying is my current game. I think I have a lot to gain. My penchant for collecting toys has filled my living space with noise. I feel pulled in a thousand directions and there's so much friction when making selections. What to use, where things go, with all this stuff it's hard to know. I hope that life will be more fun when my clutter is gone and this game is done.
2021/10/16 #poetry Just decorative. But it is said as if to indicate that it does nothing, when in fact it does so much. Creates a livable space. Signifies interest. Reduces sterility. They all take up space, have impact, change the environment. Never nothing. Functional is contextual. Inspiration is often necessary. Even just googly eyes on a clock can be a real difference.
2021/10/15 Since it's getting late, and I haven't left my place or gone outside yet today, I'm feeling a bit off. If I'm able I should at least go for a walk each day. It needn't be long. Just to get out, you know? It makes a big difference. Keeps you feeling alive, like part of the world. I do try to prioritize it, but sometimes I just get involved. It is still today though & I'm about to go out. I'm sure it'll be quite nice.
2021/10/14 #poetry I wouldn't go if I had what I wanted. Right now I feel many things are missing. Today as I sit here in this moment, this park, with this weather, is very very nice. Today nothing seems to be missing but that's because I've decided to go. I know what awaits me is not more of the same. With this impending shift, all that is missing seems again within reach, whereas before, everything felt so stagnant.
2021/10/13 “I'm concerned.” “You shouldn't be.” “I know, but I am.” The wind flapped the curtains loudly. The sunlight warmed the wooden floor. “We'll go see a movie, to take your mind off things.” “I don't like the movies, and things are fine, as you know.” “A walk in the park?” “Nothing needs solving. Not that I'd mind a walk.” “After lunch then.” Lunch was simple. She had flatbread with sauces and coconut stew from a can (which really isn't simple but the complexity is far away) he had leftover rice with vegetables. They ate. A brief couple comments on the food but that was all. They left for the park. She looked off into the distance as they went. Present with her self. He kept checking her expression but didn't intervene. The park was nice. “It'll pass” he said. “It'll pass” she said.
2021/10/12 #poetry I want to sleep. I want it so bad. I feel the deep pulling down on my head. The day was nice but now it is through. Sleep is the only thing I've left to do. So I'll turn out the light and get into bed. Then I'll stop moving, body heavy as lead. Dreams will come fast, I've noticed before, but in those dreams too I will sleep, I need more. Every day I turn in for rejuvenating rest. I never complain because sleep is the best.
2021/10/11 #poetry I enjoyed my day. I enjoyed it well. I went for a trip and a ride, it was swell. There were things that I saw and there were places I went past. Most of them did not make memories that will last. So here I will put my account of the day. I probably don't need to but here it will stay. I was in Mosswood Park, just rolling around and I almost couldn't believe what I'd found. There was a bike, leaned on a tree, without a soul in sight 'cept for me. It had no lock, and it had no derailleur, just a flip-flop hub on this hipster conveyor. Front tire flat and scratches all over, the frame said Schwinn and the seat said Soma. The other parts looked fancy too. How did it get there? Left by who? I thought I might take it, worth money this thing, but it seemed logistically problematic to bring. I was on my own bike, so I left this one alone. I felt rather pleased that I didn't bring it home.
2021/10/10 #poetry I might assume that having a view would change the way I feel. There is no way to know without living it for real. To see so far just feels nice but why I can't explain. When you can see what's coming maybe that reduces strain. The landscape catches lots of sun, reflecting it to me, I enjoy the motion of the wind rustling a tree. It takes its time to cross the sky, this fluffy bright lit cloud. The shadow flows across the land, a slowly moving shroud.
2021/10/8 #poetry As if out of a dream. Nothing I could have expected but more than I could have wished for. This is the place I want to be. I think it will fulfill all my needs. I felt joy to find it. I felt delight to experience it. I feel peace just to know it is there. My target is set. My desire is engaged. I have a goal and I have a path. Happy day.