Saturday, March 31, 2012
PADC: tomorrow!
tomorrow is officially the beginning of Poem a Day! Yay I can't wait! please keep your eye out for the poems!
Saturday, March 24, 2012
the challenge
I heard that april was national poetry month so I decided that I would give myself a little challenge.
I'm calling this poem therapy, and telling myself that for the whole month of April I am going to write a poem a day. I doubt that everyday will be inspired and creative and am positive that some will be extremely lacking thereof, but I think this will be a wonderful way to get my creative juices flowing. Please help me in this endeavor by reminding me when I'm slacking and forgive me when I forget.
PADC (poem a day countdown): 7 days
I'm calling this poem therapy, and telling myself that for the whole month of April I am going to write a poem a day. I doubt that everyday will be inspired and creative and am positive that some will be extremely lacking thereof, but I think this will be a wonderful way to get my creative juices flowing. Please help me in this endeavor by reminding me when I'm slacking and forgive me when I forget.
PADC (poem a day countdown): 7 days
sky
I lift my finger and trace the sky
watch the iris of your eye
the dark rim
the ink splotch on my page
and your soft words
clinging
to my neck
I desire what I see but not what
I feel
and wish that I
can rise to the clouds with the birds
yet so grounded
to the roots of the tree
but will you let me
soar but stay
fly but fall
I worry that one day
as the glare of orange fire
meets with blue peace
I won't be able
to choose
in the treetops
or under the soil
where do I belong
where do I stay
where do i feel
like
me.
watch the iris of your eye
the dark rim
the ink splotch on my page
and your soft words
clinging
to my neck
I desire what I see but not what
I feel
and wish that I
can rise to the clouds with the birds
yet so grounded
to the roots of the tree
but will you let me
soar but stay
fly but fall
I worry that one day
as the glare of orange fire
meets with blue peace
I won't be able
to choose
in the treetops
or under the soil
where do I belong
where do I stay
where do i feel
like
me.
Sunday, March 4, 2012
1:10 AM
Just a moment that I wanted to write about.
At the moment it's 1:10 AM and I am awake, absent-mindedly writing a blog post, because I needed to ramble. I had a slight panic attack, which has kept me up until this yucky hour of the morning. (See what happens when I try to write at 1 AM? the only adjective I can think of is "yucky") I am going skiing with two friends in the morning, and with that coming up, the pressure of getting enough sleep is making it harder to do just that. So here I sit, drinking some hot water with chicken bullion and some saffron in it, to ease my tight chest and hopefully put me to bed. I recently told my therapist about this blog, and L if you're reading this: Hi. This can be something to talk about next week. Currently my kitten Oliver is tearing around the room wreacking havoc on window shelves, precious peices of my kindergarten art, and my sleeping dog. Sometimes I feel like Oliver (Or maybe just wish to be him) sleeping all day and playing all night. But for now I almost have the best of both worlds if you want to be an optimist, staying up during the day and during the night. Although right now I really don't feel like being an optimist. Oliver just walked up against the computer, and I realized he was soaking wet, something that scares me slightly; on account of I don't really know where's he's been. At least this is something to do at now 1:19. Well on that note, I hope you are all having a much better nights sleep than me, and excuse the informal un-inspirational post that is merely a bored insomniac typing away to all of you.
Good night.
Flywriter13
At the moment it's 1:10 AM and I am awake, absent-mindedly writing a blog post, because I needed to ramble. I had a slight panic attack, which has kept me up until this yucky hour of the morning. (See what happens when I try to write at 1 AM? the only adjective I can think of is "yucky") I am going skiing with two friends in the morning, and with that coming up, the pressure of getting enough sleep is making it harder to do just that. So here I sit, drinking some hot water with chicken bullion and some saffron in it, to ease my tight chest and hopefully put me to bed. I recently told my therapist about this blog, and L if you're reading this: Hi. This can be something to talk about next week. Currently my kitten Oliver is tearing around the room wreacking havoc on window shelves, precious peices of my kindergarten art, and my sleeping dog. Sometimes I feel like Oliver (Or maybe just wish to be him) sleeping all day and playing all night. But for now I almost have the best of both worlds if you want to be an optimist, staying up during the day and during the night. Although right now I really don't feel like being an optimist. Oliver just walked up against the computer, and I realized he was soaking wet, something that scares me slightly; on account of I don't really know where's he's been. At least this is something to do at now 1:19. Well on that note, I hope you are all having a much better nights sleep than me, and excuse the informal un-inspirational post that is merely a bored insomniac typing away to all of you.
Good night.
Flywriter13
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