Happy birthday, Dad.
No title for this one comes to mind–though feel free to suggest one–just memories of a good man who’s done more than his fair share for me.
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Day 8: The Quiet Lie
Over a week into the new year and the new challenge!
Another short one today, intended to be longer but I couldn’t organize my thoughts and the puppies kept wanting attention. I think I’d originally intended to make some kind of ode to creatures who’ve gone extinct but I honestly can’t remember at this point. It’s funny how putting things down and coming back to them changes them each time, even if it’s only a brief departure.
The Quiet Lie
Day 7: My Life is a Game of Jenga
Another poem produced in the rush of my lunch break. I need to get back to my morning writing and branch out a little more with both my form and subject matter. Another block pulled and placed…
Day 6: A Story is Born
Brought to you in a rush on my lunch break! Got to find the time to write every day even when the routine is disrupted.
A Story is Born
Day 5: Re-Genesis
Feeling very meta today about the act of creation and the way we play with ideas and stories in our minds. I’ve had one in my head for half a year now, more or less stagnating, watching all my other ideas pass it by. Then a few days ago I had a new idea, one that would be a stretch to make work. It had heart and structure but lacked originality. Then came the old idea, which I think has a great concept but the characters weren’t leaping out at me and the story wasn’t wanting to shape. They came together like they were meant to be. It’s tough letting go of pieces of each of them, but the new thing is far more powerful and I can’t wait to bring it to life.
Re-Genesis
Day 4: Rebel
The newest addition to our home continues to inspire. She also continues to get so excited she forgets she’s supposed to go to the bathroom outside or on her puppy pad.
Rebel
Day 3: A Detachment
Feeling a bit light headed. Apparently I’m also feeling slightly romantic about it.
A Detachment
Day 2: Puppy Wake Up Call
Part of my new morning routine involves being awoken about 45 minutes earlier than I used to by a wonderful little ball of fluff who is trying very hard to be a good girl.
2020; Day 1: Fresh Endings
Happy New Year!
Last year I set myself a goal to write a poem each day. To hold myself accountable to that goal, I established this blog. One poem a day for a year. A tall order.
I didn’t quite make it. Life happened, and with it changes, both good and bad, that made it hard to keep up with. I missed a few days, then those missing days snowballed and built up momentum. I didn’t add anything in December.
But I grew a ton! As a writer and a poet and as someone seeking to improve his self discipline, I grew. And with the conclusion of 2019 we usher in 2020 and once more I’m setting forth with the same goal. One poem a day, every day, for the entire year.
Wish me luck. Here I go!
Fresh Endings
Day 328: Chapters and Choices
Feeling rhyming and whimsical this morning. Also, I’m going to need another notebook for my poems. I thought this new one would last me until the end of the year. There’s always something fun about filling in that last page though.
Chapters and Choices
The Everyday Poet 