Day 75: Conflicting Queries

Forgot my poetry notebook at home today–oops! Got back to it with a notion of writing about the visceral sensation of joy and got interrupted. Over and over. It was kind of funny actually.

Ended up helping my bride cook dinner and a question arose between us. Not a new question, an old one. One which we each have a differing opinion on: which is the priority, presentation or purpose?

That inspired today’s work, which I confess myself not particularly pleased with. I may have to come back and rework this one later. My brain’s a tad frazzled.

Conflicting Queries

Day 72: Emotion Engine

Sometimes we get down. Not in the fun way. Sometimes we start out strong, a few things don’t go our way, and we crash.

My bride reminded me of a secret I learned a little while ago–that smiling tricks the body, the voice, and the mind. By projecting happiness into the world, we take it back in. Our spirits are fascinating engines capable of producing our own fuel.

Emotion Engine

Day 71: Misty Morning Road

Confession. These last few weeks have been a little tough. I keep getting sick and I’ve been bouncing back and forth between Computer Purgatory and Computer Hell. It’s had me down and I steadily slipped away from the good habits and routines I set forth to establish for this new year and new life. Today I got up early and set myself back onto that path of self betterment.

The sea fog is back in town full force today after our first glimpse of sunshine in weeks. It, the drive to work, and my return to the positive systems that have brought me this far inspired today’s poem.

Misty Morning Road

Day 62: Untitled

Taking a day or rest. The last week or so has been crazy. Glad to dial it down a bit today and in doing so I solved several creative issues I was having. Funny how that works.

No title for this piece yet. I’m open to suggestions.

Untitled

Day 60: You Are Not Invisible

Today marks another milestone. That’s two months down! Ten more to go.

It seems fitting to mark this occasion with a love poem dedicated to my better half and creative partner in crime, my bride. We men are not always the best communicators. Not to say that all men are terrible at it, only I’ve found that those of us in passionately loving relationships have a tendency to miss things. We fail to confer with our partners, or simply forget things they tell us in passing. And it’s not done out of any sort of misogynistic default or dismissal so much as simple distraction.

Love makes fools of us all, and I am no exception.

You Are Not Invisible

Day 56: Be Eternal

Thinking again about the creative process again. I watched the Oscars last night and finally completed revising my manuscript today. I cannot stop thinking about the necessity of momentum with regards to creation.

Every single artist, performer, writer and so on is called on to create again and again. The truth is that completing your project does not mark the crossing of the finish line, only a finish line. It’s onward, full steam ahead, to the next project.

Be Eternal

Day 42: The Mountain After the Journey

I put the final words down on my latest manuscript last week and thought I could get all of my revisions ready for my copy editor by the end of the weekend. Boy was I wrong! Got me thinking about expectations and the way the last part of any journey or process is always the most difficult. For me anyway. Anyone else find that to be true? Getting started, that’s easy. Following through? I’m getting better.

The Mountain After the Journey