Been very much off my writing game lately, especially my poetry. Steadily getting back into the swing of things. Today, this poem just came spilling out. Cringing at my misspelling of the word forest. I actually spelled it right the first time, then the second time my brain malfunctioned and I ended up going back to “correct” myself. Bleh. Anyway, onward!
My heart goes out to Australia, Puerto Rico, and the Philippines.
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.
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.
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!
I woke up to the wonderful sight that inspired today’s poem. If ever any evidence was needed that I married well…
We’ve got a cold front here on the island and it’s great!
Was sick yesterday and watched a lot of crime shows when I wasn’t passed out. Between that and Halloween coming up this poem is the result…
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.
My bride and I got up early this morning and drove to one of the more secluded stretches of beach with our dog to watch the sunrise. It’s hard to say which of the three of us enjoyed the experience more.
The Everyday Poet 