or, "Life Happens". How do you maintain the desire?? The desire to write every little brain blip, every little postulate, every little nebulous observation...
What started as a venue for a recovering pessimist and depressive, a quiet non-judgmental place to rant, to expound, to forgive my self and others, now seems to be rather a small monkey(marmoset-like as I see it in my mind's eye) chattering in my wee ear about all the things I haven't written. And when I do get here, it all seems so mundane, these letters and words that spill from my digits.
My poetry is on hiatus and my dreams are on overdrive, but so tenuous that I can grasp only the faintest tendrils - France (Louis XIV), even now they slip seductively into my subconscious only to resurface during the interplay of shadow and REM. School sucks the intellectual fire from my conversation, and challenges my esteem in the face of barely 20's langorously sporting success like a well-worn Polo while I still struggle with my meaning, my purpose.
Fortunately it's not all grey... I have an other who I am finally beginning to appreciate and for whom I feel true fondness. Birds and dogs are my mainstay, preening my eyelashes, nostrils and eyebrows with ferocious determination and accuracy. Rallying to my side for daily walks and affirmation, riding my shirt like adrenalin junky mountaineers, and tempting me to expose my softest parts despite the risk of pain.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
No comments:
Post a Comment