2/13/20: Untitled

Mixing up my formatting today. Think I may be doing it this was going forward.

Started off the day in one of those nasty funks we all sometimes get into. This poem marked the start of a turning point in my day, written during my lunch break, almost like I was writing it to motivate myself as much as anything else. It worked.

Untitled

Day 323: Untitled

No title for today’s piece. It feels rough and unfinished. But I’m writing poetry again and if it’s a little raw, so be it.

It’s been a little while since I waxed romantic so without further ado…

Untitled

Day 225 & 227; Untitled & I Breathed for a Dragon

Overdue update. I’ve had a lot on my plate these last few days. I started a new job as a Veterinary Technician (in training) and I’ve been sick. Fun way to jump into a major life change, but go big or go home, right?

Both of these poems were inspired by one of our patients, a Chinese Water dragon. The second poem is closer to what the first poem was meant to be. It’s funny how we can think of something as unfinished then look back and be like “oh hey, that didn’t turn out half bad just as it is.”

Untitled

I Breathed for a Dragon

Days 162 & 163: Untitled; Living a Story

Confession. I hate yesterday’s poem. I’m sure I’m not alone as a poet who occasionally produces something he or she is unhappy with. I kept waiting for inspiration to strike me with something better and it never came. Lesson learned: push forward anyway. Momentum is more important than perfection. I’m beginning to suspect that I’m a rather dense student because this lesson seems somewhat familiar by this point.

In that spirit of moving forward, here are the poems for both 162 and 163.

I wanted to write about prosperity and this is what came out…

Untitled

I was contemplating the nature of control this morning and realized that I have several personal hangups surrounding it that I need to work on. One of which is the struggle with the idea that I am not the author of my own life, but rather the protagonist in my own story. It’s an interesting reframing that’s given me much to think on and at the same time is more than a little freeing.

Living a Story

Day 115: Untitled

Saw the first showing available of Avengers: Endgame.

Good movie.

Props to all the time and effort that has gone into creating not just a series, but a series of interconnected series, and not only maintaining it for so long, but making it thrive.

Untitled

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 34: Untitled

First time sharing a poem and not giving it a title. I’d love to hear your thoughts, ideas, or suggestions. Let me know what you think it should be called in the comments below!

Been thinking on the nature of forgiveness and resentment this morning. Consider the act of simply letting go something that frustrates you or a wrong that has been done. Simple right? Easy, not so much. How does one actually perform the act of release? It’s a choice but is that the end of it? I don’t think so. I think forgiveness is a continuous series of choices, or perhaps a single choice set on repeat, that is at worst set to an eternal repeat.

Failure to make the choice, however often it needs to be made, results in holding tight to something. Something that might give you power. Something that might burn you from the inside out. Something that might turn toxic and burn people it’s not intended for.

I was asked the other day if I EVER got mad or angry. I do. Only I do one of two things with it. I let it go right away. Or I hold onto it, or a part of it, and bury it deep, where it slowly accumulates like a landfill until it spills over in passive aggressive acts or an unfounded explosion. Probably oversharing here. Just processing this habit of mine, contemplating the effects, and how to prevent it from happening or finding an appropriate outlet.

Untitled