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Living Creatively
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.
Nothing will be the same
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 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.
I am thankful for:
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!
I 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!
ART THERAPY
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.
No luck at Starbuck
Trying to write tonight
My attempt is unkempt
I write long, but wrong
Perceive a story as glory
With illusion and confusion
Proving I’ve spent all talent
My creativity a sad fad
But wait, don’t hate
Nor chastise my tries
To portray sage on page
Or complex life in strife
My worth is re birth,
To live I must forgive.