A poem of necessity to start the day, we’ll see what the rest of the day brings.
Morning
waiting room blaring
with TV
morning noise
afternoon noise
evening noise
background music
occasional beats
erratic refrain
pretended mood
supposed privacy
always a background
irritant wearing,
are we so afraid
of a breath
our thoughts too loud?
daffodils in spring:
they stand strong in the cool nights
and embrace warm daysthe birds don’t question
their annual migration –
mysterious pathTonight stars at last
mythology old or new
power coursing down
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a kind universe has made
you five syllables.
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Determined flying
Beaks slice frothy morning clouds
Springward northward boundFaceted glinting
Restless metamorphosis
Springs up, vanishes.Out of night’s quiet
And still, sleepy murmuring
The first bird’s clear note.
Quilting and painting both – love hanging the day’s work up and sitting to look at it. Really helps with the process – what comes next. With paintings, I really enjoy my gallery wall with my more favorite paintings, I wonder if Vincent did that? Writing isn’t so easy to hang up on the wall, but I guess it’s that pleasurable re-read before writing starts again.
The pleasure of painting
at the end of the day –
hanging up the work
and looking at it. Maybe
it feels good, maybe
it taught you something
even if you didn’t really
want to learn it right then.
Relive the struggle or the joy
that little bit of color that
turned out just right
a happy surprise, secretly
there’s much there that
resists explanation which makes
the “I did that”
as sweet as rain in the night.
All human accomplishment has the same origin, identically. Imagination is a force of nature. Is this not enough to make a person full of ecstasy? Imagination, imagination, imagination. It converts to actual. It sustains, it alters, it redeems!
