Archive for February, 2008

Getting up before the sun rises
before shadows, flit past in front
of my screen. Fingers, pounding on
keys, forming thoughts into verses.

Sipping on a cup of hot brew
thinking, then working on newfound
angles, to portray, paint in words
while the rest of the household sleeps.

Listening to one’s heart beating
rhythmic like cadence, so telling
of a reason to persevere,
to keep writing, while time, is mine.

Pressing on with an idea
or two – to raise the bar, trusting
moments and lines, to carve a place
before breakfast needs to be fixed.

Making time to write every day:
a mission, all, too possible.

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Author’s Comments:

Here’s a poem that rightly speaks of making time to write, be it poetry or whatever is your passion.

I fully understand, how impossible it all seem at first when faced with the multitude of tasks, chores and must do’s daily. But, I have to say that in such a case the old adage “if there’s a will, there’s a way” applies.

Of course, it does not all fall into place in a day (sometimes, it takes months of practice) to be able to fall into the pattern of making and grabbing that niche of a time to do your writing.

It may just be fifteen minutes of pure imagination and data organization, still it gets you closer to the next time around when you are finally ready to sit and write down those ideas waiting to get out of your head.

Before you know it, you will be doing it, like its second nature (pardon the flippant turn of words).

Remember, every opportunity to write is precious and always worth it!

Ah, to be a child once again and see the beauty and endless possibilities from what adults deem ordinary and dull.

To be able to hear music in its simplest form; to be able to listen with one’s heart out of pure enjoyment; to be able to feel the wind caress one’s face in awe; to be able to trust without fear; to be able to create a world inside a world and still be able to see the truth and accept it—such are the wonders of being a child.

So, why not take the time to remember?  Be a child again, wherever you may be at in your life.  Begin from within your heart then take a look outside, through your window; maybe begin in meadows, and….

Picture Yourself an Adventure

Tall blades of grass,
perfect cover.
Enemy spies:
grasshoppers, dragonflies.

Neverland? Yes!
In handfuls of
blue wildflowers
are pixie dust powers.

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