I participated in a Lunar creative care workshop with Julie Bull this evening and though my personal creative space was very busy and noisy, I was able to still do some art/poetry for myself. Ive been thinking a lot about making pockets of time for my creative self. In that spirit, I will be using this blog I had started writing what feels like a very long time ago. Before marriage and kids. I will be doing a poem a day in April for National Poetry month and will try to post some of them here to share with others. I will be doing some more online workshops with Julie as well and highly recommend them for any of my friends who are writers and creators. I just finished putting my kids to bed and have dishes and tidying to tend to but first, I stepped out and I found the moon behind the trees. Isn't it beautiful?
Great Ideas (Forget which date this one was written) My mind is like a well I sit by its stone side. Sometimes I look into the dark. How deep is it? Given the time I'll pull up the bucket Overflowing with memories Great ideas Appointments. I don't know why I wait so long to drink. I'm busy I guess. Most of it evaporates into messy clouds. I forget. I'm only left with a few drops To quench my thirst.
My mind is glue and magazines A collage of memory. I can't help but live in the past. Thinking of mountains I didn't climb. And how you never answered me back. Ghosted. Then gone. I've been a ghost so often. Fading into walls. Unnoticed. Sometimes I think about the future. Planting ghosts before they're even gone. My present is just auto pilot. Can't glue it down. Can't decide on the right images or words. Days are too fast. I can't help but live in the past.
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