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.
Iron Sharpens Iron
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Day 244: Little Things
Today was a day of many small victories coming together for a greater whole.
Little Things
Day 237: Beyond the Wall
For Dad and the romantic inside of him.
Beyond the Wall
Day 143: Lonely Carnival
My bride and I have been in Houston for the past few days visiting family and getting some things done. We’ve passed this empty carnival by West Oaks Mall a couple of times, the rides all going, but the carnival and parking lot completely devoid of people. Got me thinking and inspired today’s poem.
Not feeling that it’s one of my stronger works. What are your thoughts?
Lonely Carnival
Day 131: Burning Race
Big changes are occurring in my life. A few frustrating ones. Far more good ones. Hitting goals, adjusting goals, and learning the ebb and flow of this new life I have chosen to live. One of the biggest and most difficult of these lessons has been that success can be disorienting and that’s when it’s most important to get your feet under you and push forward.
Burning Race
Day 130: Dancing With The Muse
Not a two-fer today, but a two pager. This year has been a year of growth and journeying. There is madness here, but there’s also a method to it. I’ll let you know when it all comes together.
Dancing With The Muse
Day 127: To Be Diurnal
Today’s poem brought to you by the combination of an early morning with the inspiration of a blank page next to yesterday’s poem. The symmetry simply appealed to my muse.
To Be Diurnal
Day 126: To Be Nocturnal
And we’re back to our regularly scheduled poetry!
My part time job as of late has had me staying up later than I’m used to and as a result sleeping in later than I would like to compensate. It’s a trade, as so many things are. Worthwhile so long as it’s in the pursuit of turning a dream into reality.
To Be Nocturnal
Day 124 & Day 125: Stranger’s Embrace, Winding Roads
Today and yesterday’s poems! I figured another two-fer would be better than a three-fer.
Stranger‘s Embrace
Winding Roads
Day 119: Open
Yesterday when I was writing at one of my favorite coffee shops on the island (and one my my favorite places in general) I noticed an open journal on a coffee table. The journal itself was a work of art, but what truly made it special we’re the contents. I’d never stoop to reading someone else’s personal journal without their blessing, however, with the pages open I caught a glimpse of detailed sketches and painstakingly written notes that were simply breathtaking. I rarely keep nice notebooks because rarely are my own notes and art anywhere near nice. In a way I don’t feel like my chicken scratch is worthy of the journal. This young woman’s was. Beyond any shadow of a doubt.
Open
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