The Creative Life
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A Writer's Life
Living Creatively
Wake Up Call
Posted by on January 2, 2016
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.
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Holiday Guilt
Posted by on December 9, 2015
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.
Thankful
Posted by on November 23, 2015
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!
JUST DO IT!
Posted by 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!
Make’Em Fly
Posted by on November 5, 2015
Close proximity
Denies timidity;
One photo click
A time bomb tick.
Halloween Clown
Posted by 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
Art Therapy
Posted by 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.
Too Close Moon
Posted by on September 30, 2015
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.
A Silly Writer’s Life
Posted by on September 27, 2015
Putting on the clown!
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.
Senior Take Out
Posted by on September 24, 2015
There is a circular drive, but no order window
Or neon sign pointing the way through
Double doors opened automatically
As you enter and the newest order leaves
Wrapped in black plastic, the cotton and silk
Condiment tastefully styled, not spread;
No added salt or MSG preserves this
Senior Discount, waiting, waiting
For black-suited driver and seat belt gurney.
