Been very much off my writing game lately, especially my poetry. Steadily getting back into the swing of things. Today, this poem just came spilling out. Cringing at my misspelling of the word forest. I actually spelled it right the first time, then the second time my brain malfunctioned and I ended up going back to “correct” myself. Bleh. Anyway, onward!
So much of our lives revolves around the power of perspective.
I started my day cuddling my bride, our old dog, and our new puppy. Our old dog has been struggling with our new addition and has felt a little displaced. He was so very happy this morning and has been laying on top of my feet since I sat down with my notebooks and journal to begin my day. I love this dog.
Old Dog, New Puppy
Dedicated with love to my wonderful bride, whom I adore.
Happy Valentines Day. I have some lovely, simple and beautiful plans with my wonderful bride this evening.
Te amo, Corazon.
Mixing up my formatting today. Think I may be doing it this was going forward.
Started off the day in one of those nasty funks we all sometimes get into. This poem marked the start of a turning point in my day, written during my lunch break, almost like I was writing it to motivate myself as much as anything else. It worked.
I wrote yesterday’s poem but didn’t upload it. Not sure I’m liking it or today’s work. Both feel rough and unfinished to me. Another set to come back to later for revision and exploration.
To Start With A Story
Ever consider how hard it is to separate the creator from the creation? Even when you know the creator? It’s an odd challenge for people on either side, both for producer and appreciator.
Don’t you just love those spontaneous sinking feelings you get when you just know something is wrong? You rush to check on it, and it amounts to nothing…yeah, makes me feel so good too!