Tag Archives: Poetry

Day 19: Telepathic Cycle

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If you haven’t read Stephen King’s “On Writing” and you are a creative writer, I highly recommend it. A passage from King’s book has stuck with me through the years, in which he describes the art of writing as an act of telepathy. Through writing we are literally reading each other’s thought, putting hem directly from one brain into another, regardless of time or space between us. An interesting thought to consider, no?

The holiday season was crazy, and it’s been a blissfully tumultuous start to the new year. Throughout which, I’ve been writing. Poetry is easier because it’s shorter and for me comes in bursts, but I love writing my novels and telling stories. I’ve been pushing myself to write and publish more of them and finally – FINALLY – my efforts have been rewarded and a routine for regular creation is coming into effect. This morning, after I finish my coffee, start of the day rituals, and walk the dog, I get to answer my calling and delve into my vocation.

Today I get to write. I am thrilled.

Telepathic Cycle

Day 17: Deciding Reality

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Starting today fresh, centered, and powerful. The key to success is perseverance. It’s not how many times you fall. It’s how many times you get back up.

As the Man in Black said: I don’t give up because I don’t give up. I don’t believe in it.

There’s power in belief. In decisions. We use these tools to define our reality in a truly remarkable way that is empowering to contemplate.

Today is a new beginning. I’m deciding to believe that.

Deciding Reality

Day 16: Magma Mosquito

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There is nothing so frustrating as being presented with the opportunity to do what you love, to create something amazing, and finding yourself distracted or frustrated at every turn by countless little things that build up and go wrong until you finally just want to explode. Did not get done everything I wanted to today and pouring my frustration out here. Melodramatic? Probably. Mildly beneficial? Oh yes. Now, if only I didn’t feel like this poem is terrible. Oh well, revisit and revise, right?

Magma Mosquito

Day 13: The Dawning of Dusk

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A poem about DARKNESS? How positively adolescent, right? Don’t worry, it’s not that kind of poem. It’s strange, the places you find hope and renew your passions. Last year taught me a lot about picking myself up after you fall and pushing onward. Difficult as all that was, I am grateful for the lessons.

The Dawning of Dusk

Day 12: Seeds of Creation

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This one is slightly inspired by a book I’m working on. I’ve always got around a dozen things being juggled at a time it seems. There’s just so much to do, so many seeds of creation to sow. The creative in me cannot stop crying out “More. More!”

I have to pace myself or I’ll burn out and won’t sow anything. I think that’s why I’ve been on such a temporal theme kick with my poetry since starting this project. I’ve become almost hyper aware of the passage of time and just how precious it is. But this morning I celebrate creativity and imagination and let my inner pragmatist rest.

Seeds of Creation

Day 11: For the Love of Dirt

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No excuses–yesterday’s poem was not a good one. Sadly, not everything I post here will be. Don’t I wish that were the case. The poem is messy, incoherent, and riddled with mistakes. While my thoughts and heart behind it were beautiful, the execution and result were decidedly not. That’s what revision is for, and with that revision, I think that yesterday’s poem has the potential to be something great.

This thought process is what inspired this morning’s poem. I think I did better this time. I’d appreciate your feedback in the comments if you have a moment to spare. Thank you for reading, by the way.

Without further delay…

For the Love of Dirt