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 54: Dive

Saw the most remarkable sight the other day. A pair of raptors were hunting, catching small rodents and then devouring them in midair. What was most remarkable was how well they controlled their flight post-hunt. They seemed almost frozen in the air, all but unmoving. That mastery was simply majestic and has stayed with me.

Dive

Day 49: The Skies are Silver

Today’s poem is brought to you by…

…a week’s worth of heavy sea fog suddenly lifted this morning so that we have actual sunlight mixed with our gusty winds…

…a forecast for a week’s worth of nonstop rain…

…and thoughts of my loving bride.

Enjoy.

The Skies are Silver

Day 48: In The Shallows

Today’s title comes courtesy of my loving, wonderful bride.

I took a much needed and unplanned self-care day to recuperate. I had no idea how tired I was and the rest has not only done me a ton of good, hopefully getting me back on top of my game, but it also inspired today’s poem.

Today I rested. Tomorrow, I attack my tasks and pursue my goals with vigor.

In The Shallows

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

Day 35: Thesis of Life

You ever have your whole day planned out? You’re proud of it. Know that you’re going to be productive. Pleased that you’ve managed to work everything together just so. Why, your schedule is practically a work of art.

Then a phone call. Good news or bad. Disruption. The plans are shattered and you’re left rushing forward through the day trying to pick up as many of the original pieces as you can along the way. Blessings in disguise and lessons to be learned here.

Thesis of Life

Day 32: Fort of Fog

For the very first time our “day” doesn’t match up with our “date.” It’s a really good feeling. 32 days of poetry and counting! Just 333 more days of poetry to go! Love that number, 333.

Yesterday a rainstorm rolled through and left a blanket of fog covering everything. It’s still with us today and inspires this afternoon’s poem.

Enjoy the first poem of our second month on this creative journey.

Fort of Fog