It is not your fault the water is deep.
Whether you float or sink is a matter of choice.
Interesting things may be found at the bottom.
“I am going that direction,
Why not keep going?”
Up or down.
Bubbles always rise.
They have no will,
No muscles or thought.
They can’t perceive the light
they travel so perfectly toward.
They know nothing of light or breath.
Take yourself or let yourself
burst into the storm of air
or down.
Something will happen.
I guess technically I started this morning with How to be a Fool. The experiment is to write a poem every day until New Years. Kind of a NaPoWriMo thing. I think they will probably be short and edited as I go. I have already made a couple of changes to the first one. I don’t use any set style as you can see from my previous work. I do silly poems and sappy poems, non-rhyming and not so much rappy poems.
Poems are like my mind doodling with words and made into something living with a framework of rhythm and form. Sometimes the words need a little crunching and digesting and spitting back out, but I have no formal editing process. I work on it until it seems good and then leave it for a while. I always notice things that bother me later. But I think most of the poem is right the first time it comes out or it is never quite right.
I write them for me, and I don’t mind other people reading them. For me it is the process not the product that counts with poetry. I have noticed though my best poems come when the process is feels smooth and in the end I am laughing or crying or taking a deep breath of wonder. I only get rid of the ones I can’t feel.
Most likely you are standing or moving
on a well beaten path.
right now you look down and see thousands of footprints
in the mud and dust,
but look up at the sky and the trees overhead
with wide grinning eyes
and see a moment without time
that only you know
and only you can tell.
I love this one too! But, that came later.
I have been very busy catching up on the things I did not do last month because I was writing, but now I am back and ready to write everyday. Thanks to Ms. Moonbeam, who tagged me, I have a topic. Here are 7 little stories about me that are true. At the bottom are seven wonderful blogs by creative and thoughtful people and here are the rules:
1) Link to the person that tagged you, and post the rules on your blog.
2) Share 7 facts about yourself.
3) Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs.
4) Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
1. My Aunt Marge and Uncle Ernest (my favorite Uncle) gave me a hardbound edition of Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak when I was 4, and I have loved the English language and well written fantasy ever since. This book talks about power and fear and big scary things in simple words and phrases that are beautifully combined with expressive pictures to create a place where a child can confront his inner monster. I still have this book among many others by Maurice Sendak he remains one of my favorite author/illustrators.
2. When I was in High School I read “On The Road” by Jack Kerouac and did not understand the earth shattering nature of the book when it was published in the 50’s, twenty years earlier. I thought it was cool, and I loved the energy and edginess of the writing, as if he was there telling a story of all crazy things he did without worry of judgment. It said here’s what I did and saw and lived and how I felt about it, that’s all.
3. I have lived for at least one year in 9 Cities and on an island. I spent most of my life in the Sacramento Valley and the last 10 in Western Washington.
4. When my wife and I got together, I had a skinny black cat with 6 toes on his front paws. His name was Boris the Spider. He used to hang from the screen on our porch when he wanted in.
5. I did not learn how to drive a car until I was 25 years old. I rode my bike and took the bus, but when you have babies, and work and school, you sometimes need to drive. My wife and my friend Pat taught me how to drive.
6. I used to know how to take a bike apart and put it back together in just a couple of hours. Now, I need a repair manual. Where did that knowledge go?
7. I hitchhiked in Mexico, but did not get a ride. Taking the bus was even scarier.
7 Wonderful Sites:
You are only tagged if you really want to be. Any of these people could do a list of 7 facts, and I would definitely read it.
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