A Writer's Life

Living Creatively

Conundrum

Perched on my fence drawn by food
City backyards provide, predator with wing span
So large, so unnecessary within urban sprawl,
It dares to navigate one hop at a time
Fearful sky roadblocks and free fall hazards
Only to question: belly full or solitary freedom?

What does it mean to be unfettered
If cages are built to hold inside
Wings unused, original flight plans
Unrealized when praise is the main course
Feeding body, not unformed spirit
Trying to fly higher, always higher.

A story unread but proudly written
Faces the trap of accessibility;
Write to publish or right to maintain
Dense, though unfathomable, style
Regardless of reader understanding.
If no one reads it, are you an author?

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Your Story Is Not My Story

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It is not a bad thing to be alone
if one is not lonely;
it is not a bad thing to stay home
if there is no need of travel;
single remains undesirable
for those who desire partners:
all are self-made opinions
in a crowd or when alone,
never realizing the absolute truth
is change.

Blah, blah, blah
in a world of talking heads
where people gather to speak
nothing at all,
save their own stories –
this unrelenting change
no future story can stop
or hypothesis predict.

It happens now –
a constructed reality
validated by words
when none are necessary
since a true life puzzle
placed one piece at a time,
subject to wear and distortion,
is framed by human story.

Wake Up Call

Nothing will be the sameflower8
happens

This new year’s morning
a whisper,

Hinted future unheeded;
screams

When I try to move –
frozen

It will be OK mantra
erased,

Hope altered and changed
a splat

On the windshield of life
no rag

Torn from experience
cleans.

Holiday Guilt

Holiday alone?Alone
Shame on you,
Society whispers
Must be your fault
Volunteer, potluck it,
Spend holidays in
A room full of strangers
Because you should
Heart-tearing guilt
Your fault isn’t it?
No family, few friends,
Society-driven guilt
When, in reality,
It’s one single day
Go out, play,
Do what you need
Not what society says
You should do.

Thankful

I am thankful for:Windmill Bistro

Not going to work every day;
Not running out of money until age 75;
Not being unwell;
Not being totally alone;
Not worrying;
Not fighting anyone;
Not being homeless;
Not being without talent and ideas;
AND FOR SO FEW NOTS AND MANY HAVES!

 

JUST DO IT!

photographerI gave it all up:
my job, beloved home
and friends;
being without people
the greatest sacrifice
to spirit.
Alone in a foreign place,
self-talk to do what
I must do
without diversion,
I write down words
into stories –
a warning to avoid
detour activities the
inside voice,
loudspeaker cries to
leave me alone  –
JUST DO IT!

Make’Em Fly

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Close proximity
Denies timidity;
One photo click
A time bomb tick.

Halloween Clown

THE CLOWN

Intrude upon true meaningClowning
And my torturous gleaning
Of letters on a page, weaning
Away thoughts and feelings
And well-fought healings

Art Therapy

ART THERAPY
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Lavender air clears
Dust and cobwebs
Foggy night memoir
Of Van Gogh lust
Showing artist’s cafe
Star-twirling beacon
Guiding creative self
Toward creation’s X
Mapped location of
Unrealized possibilities.

Too Close Moon

Can’t be funny with close-up moon

Ripping tidal wave inside me

Leaving behind dry flaked blood

Reminder of heart beat vitality

Slowed by dark, sugar low depths

Unabridged by mineral residue

As corrosive foam erodes

My comic relief shoreline.

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