No idea where this came from but I think I like it.
Overturned Overture
Tag Archives: Emotion
Day 244: Little Things
Today was a day of many small victories coming together for a greater whole.
Little Things
Day 241: Mosquito Kiss
Definitely not one of my better poems.
Yesterday was not my first time having to put a dog to sleep, but it was my first time being on the other side as an assistant.
Mosquito Kiss
Day 239: Sensory Overload
Lots of news. Some of it good. Some of it heavy. Some of it personal. Some of it not even related to me. Lots of new experiences–some exciting and some not. It’s all happening at once because that’s just how life is sometimes and I am reminded of the phenomenon of sensory overload. You literally black out because there is too much information for the mind to process happening all at once. I’ve not blacked out and I’m not in bad shape, but I am definitely processing and adjusting. To clarify–that’s a good thing. Life is about new information and experience and change. That doesn’t mean it doesn’t all add up fast when it comes at you all at once.
Also, this is the first poem in the new poetry notebook! Not sure if I’m pleased with it but that’s part of the process too.
Sensory Overload
Day 113 & 114: Storm in a Bottle, Good Dog’s Good Day
Another double post. Got yesterday’s poem written in my notebook but didn’t have the chance to share it. So here is that poem first, followed by today’s.
Sometimes we have an utterly irrational emotion overcome us. It’s a humbling experience because we know it’s irrational and it doesn’t change a thing. In fact, the knowing serves to exacerbate the problem by creating a feeling of helplessness. Art, poetry, writing, these are the tools of release and catharsis and they work wonders.
Storm in a Bottle
My dog has had an absolutely wonderful day today and only needs one thing to make it complete. Pretty sure he’s going to get it.
Good Dog’s Good Day
Day 110: Present
Thinking about time and space again this morning, as well as personal goals, both for this year and for life in general. I’m passing several major milestones and it has me thinking about where I am right now, where I wanted to be, and where I want to be in the future knowing and experiencing what I have. It’s given me a particular appreciation for my current positioning in space-time. More than appreciation, I feel as if I am, perhaps somewhat belatedly, learning to use my present for more.
Present
Day 188: A Quiet Moment
Sometimes they are difficult to find. This is, I think, because quiet moments aren’t ever truly found: quiet moments are made.
A Quiet Moment
Day 187: My Bride Paints Octopuses
Fun fact, in English the plural form of octopus is octopuses, octopodes is the old Greek plural, and octopi is simply incorrect all around unless you yourself are an octopus because it’s inclusive. There’s your random bit of trivia for the day!
My bride is an artist. A pretty darn good one in my opinion. We’re both animal lovers but I’ve got a passion for weird and wonderful creatures. Octopuses have been something of a running joke with us that’s now transcended humor to become a symbol of happiness for us. Once we decided to move to an island my bride painted an octopus. It hangs on the wall of our living room. Our conversation this morning over breakfast and coffee turned to the painting and the others around it. She thinks of octopuses when she thinks of me and is painting. I’m flattered.
Her painting is the header image for this post.
My Bride Paints Octopuses
Day 175: Obstacles Made Offerings
Wow, day 175. We’re almost halfway through the year.
Definitely purging a little bit today, perhaps using my poetry to process my own life’s journey. This theme may be a tad redundant but writing this poem definitely helped me with my mindset and perspective going forward today. Here’s hoping someone else will get something similar out of it.
Obstacles Made Offerings
Day 167: Behind the Scenes
Happy Father’s Day! Here’s to all the fathers and father figures in our lives who have shaped us for the better and offered their support.
Here’s to you, Dad.
Today’s poem is an ode to not only fathers and father figures, but those countless individuals who make up our support systems. For those who are sources of stability and encouragement, who are constants in our lives and who will never get the appreciation or recognition they deserve. Thank you. This one’s for you wonderful people.
Behind the Scenes
The Everyday Poet 