A Writer's Life

Living Creatively

Conundrum

Leave a comment Posted by Canutess on January 28, 2016

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?

bird

Your Story Is Not My Story

Leave a comment Posted by Canutess on January 19, 2016

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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.

FIction

Wake Up Call

Leave a comment Posted by Canutess on January 2, 2016

Nothing will be the same flower8
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.

FIction

Holiday Guilt

Leave a comment Posted by Canutess on December 9, 2015

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.

family, Life Dreams, photo, Poetry

Thankful

Leave a comment Posted by Canutess on November 23, 2015

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!

family, FIction, Life Dreams creativity; hope; life lessons

JUST DO IT!

Leave a comment Posted by Canutess on November 13, 2015

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!

Life Dreams, Poetry lessons, life's lessons, poetry

Make’Em Fly

Leave a comment Posted by Canutess on November 5, 2015

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

FIction, Life Dreams, photo, Poetry

Halloween Clown

Leave a comment Posted by Canutess on October 17, 2015

THE CLOWN

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

FIction, Life Dreams, Poetry creativity

Art Therapy

Leave a comment Posted by Canutess on October 12, 2015

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.