Still feeling the poems from “The Dragons are Singing Tonight.”
Tag Archives: Self Reflection
Day 135: Purpose Driven Engine Two Point Oh
Got to thinking during my quiet time this morning about something my bride said to me about the way I have focused on becoming a writer. I am purpose driven. This year more so than any other time in my life. That said, I’ve been sluggish lately, especially in a creative capacity.
Good changes are in progress and I need to take advantage of the opportunities they are affording me. To do so I am going back to basics. Today I am returning the the goals that I set for myself this year. I am re-examining my processes and the balance in my life.
Purpose Driven Engine Two Point Oh
Day 132: Living Water
Exciting transitions in my life. Reminders that the struggle of life, the constant fight against entropy, is a gift.
Living Water
Day 131: Burning Race
Big changes are occurring in my life. A few frustrating ones. Far more good ones. Hitting goals, adjusting goals, and learning the ebb and flow of this new life I have chosen to live. One of the biggest and most difficult of these lessons has been that success can be disorienting and that’s when it’s most important to get your feet under you and push forward.
Burning Race
Day 130: Dancing With The Muse
Not a two-fer today, but a two pager. This year has been a year of growth and journeying. There is madness here, but there’s also a method to it. I’ll let you know when it all comes together.
Dancing With The Muse
Day 126: To Be Nocturnal
And we’re back to our regularly scheduled poetry!
My part time job as of late has had me staying up later than I’m used to and as a result sleeping in later than I would like to compensate. It’s a trade, as so many things are. Worthwhile so long as it’s in the pursuit of turning a dream into reality.
To Be Nocturnal
Day 124 & Day 125: Stranger’s Embrace, Winding Roads
Today and yesterday’s poems! I figured another two-fer would be better than a three-fer.
Stranger‘s Embrace
Winding Roads
Day 119: Open
Yesterday when I was writing at one of my favorite coffee shops on the island (and one my my favorite places in general) I noticed an open journal on a coffee table. The journal itself was a work of art, but what truly made it special we’re the contents. I’d never stoop to reading someone else’s personal journal without their blessing, however, with the pages open I caught a glimpse of detailed sketches and painstakingly written notes that were simply breathtaking. I rarely keep nice notebooks because rarely are my own notes and art anywhere near nice. In a way I don’t feel like my chicken scratch is worthy of the journal. This young woman’s was. Beyond any shadow of a doubt.
Open
Day 115 and Day 117; Brain (Not) Dead, Cannot Connect
Another double post today. Sunday I was too brain dead to do more than jot down my poem when I was struck by a sudden and quick burst of inspiration. Honestly I’ve no idea how I wrote it because I was such a gibberish mess by Sunday afternoon I could barely string a sentence together (just ask my bride). That condition is actually what inspired that day’s poem.
Brain (Not) Dead
And I completely dropped the ball yesterday. No poem. Travel, Fatigue, and general procrastination defeated me. BUT I have today’s poem right here. This one brought to you by a misbehaving internet connection.
Cannot Connect
Day 113 & 114: Storm in a Bottle, Good Dog’s Good Day
Another double post. Got yesterday’s poem written in my notebook but didn’t have the chance to share it. So here is that poem first, followed by today’s.
Sometimes we have an utterly irrational emotion overcome us. It’s a humbling experience because we know it’s irrational and it doesn’t change a thing. In fact, the knowing serves to exacerbate the problem by creating a feeling of helplessness. Art, poetry, writing, these are the tools of release and catharsis and they work wonders.
Storm in a Bottle
My dog has had an absolutely wonderful day today and only needs one thing to make it complete. Pretty sure he’s going to get it.
Good Dog’s Good Day
The Everyday Poet 