Sure, procrastination is part and parcel of the anxiety disorder that many of us struggle with. I write there- fore I do not clean organize or plot my course in life ahead of time. I hide under the covers of a blog soft, fluffy and warm waiting for the call to get me out of…
Is a weed a flower?
The purple asters I picked from my old studio are wildflowers (weeds that get cut down) every year by the fanatic mowers that like acres of grass Not every field should look like a golf course. Without the weeds there would be no place for the bees to harvest unfertilized necter, is it an oxymoron…
And yet
I never write in the evenings, and yet here I am, sitting on the couch wondering what has happened and whether I should get my Happy light out and turn it on. I forgot, it's that time of year when the sunlight reduces and I get SAD. I did go to the second acupuncture visit…
The Seventh Time
I woke for the seventh time this morning instead of the normal sentence and ocular flag waving I woke to a stream of circular logic attempting to plan my day but starting at the end and ending in the middle. 1. Hysteria, sobbing 2. Did I pay for my pre-paid cell phone 3. Did I…
Launching poems, sinking poems that just won’t float
From 3skay, I launched off into a poem of my own in March. Sprawling anxious waves Alive like stolen secrets. Every breath recedes. -3skay Simile Your love is like a rock around my neck I drowned in narcissism. Metaphor Journey Limerick Attempt #1and #2 Alliteration I perched on the precipice pondering my predicament Do I…
The tumultuous container: Response to one line of http://www.platosgroove.com/?p=1487
"It’s hard to breathe there under that weight, in the stillness, in the dark" says Platosgroove. http://www.platosgroove.com/?p=1487 The tumultuous container Dive in to the powdery pieces of perfection the worms have played there with beetles and grubs and red legged spiders not to forget the little ants who created villages of great economy under the…
What is She? Link
I keep adding to my about pages as I shift my focus and realign my moods and outlook. Take a look: https://metalflowermaker.wordpress.com/what-is-she/
One more this morning then I’m off
Mantra It It is It is wrong It is wrong to It is wrong to blame It is wrong to blame someone It is wrong to blame someone when It is wrong to blame someone when I It is wrong to blame someone when I feel It is wrong to blame someone when I feel…
Circular Poetry (edited)
Circular Poetry, more star shaped with comet motion but the more I think about it It's like pushing the puddle in welding add more rod, steady heat, melts steel, keeps moving the bead Good Morning, Mr. Tangent. How are you today? Ready to walk with me off the beaten path into the nebulous brush of…
Writing 201: Poetry- Prompt:Future – Form:Sonnet – Device:Chiasmus
Day Ten: Prompt Future, Form Sonnet, Device Chiasmus Eve's Period, The Period of Eve Waiting for the inevitable pain of being fertile (my own fertility is being a pain) makes me think of the permutations of Eve depicted as she, who caused the fall of man Original Sin in the Christian Bible's root was the…
Amanuensis Sobriquet-Reverie 