Baby steps to get back in the habit of daily poetry and blogging.
This is hardly a new concept for creatives—the naturally occurring limitations that necessitate creation and how by defining a thing we take away so much of it. What makes this poem interesting to me, however, was that I was originally thinking in terms of how people interact, communicate with, and relate to one another. Are our relationships really all that different from works of art or acts of creation?
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.
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.
Nope, I didn’t forget today’s poem. I woke up this morning, sat in my chair with my notebook and a mug of coffee…and nothing. This doesn’t happen to me. I don’t get blocked! But I did. In large part this was because I couldn’t select my subject matter. Three guesses what I finally settled on. Funny how just picking something and giving yourself permission to suck, just so long as you move forward works. Or at least that’s been my repeated experience. Anyone else?
A couple of exchanges today have me once again thinking on the nature of communication.
No title for today’s piece. It feels rough and unfinished. But I’m writing poetry again and if it’s a little raw, so be it.
It’s been a little while since I waxed romantic so without further ado…
Lots of changes around me lately. More to come I suspect.
We’ve got a cold front here on the island and it’s great!
It’s so easy to fall off the horse.
I had some technical difficulties with my phone, which I think has since been corrected (fingers crossed), and it snowballed into poetry procrastination and before I knew it… Well, the thing about falling off the horse is that you can get back on. Unless you break something. Then maybe go to a hospital first.
Anyway. The dog needed to go out early this morning to take care of his business and we got caught in some mildly chilly drizzle, which inspired today’s poem.
By the way, I didn’t stop writing poetry entirely while I was off that horse, so those pieces will be shared soon.
Another two-for-one deal today. Yesterday’s poem was inspired by an offhanded text message my bride sent. Today’s by a conversation about traveling I had with my parents.
The Everyday Poet 