To encourage anyone who might be suffering "writer's block." Just get stuff on the page, warts and all. Then come back to it if something's amiss. The words will settle, or they won't. It's all good practice! 




Notebook: December 18

Morning coffee,
3.52 am:
addiction,
compulsion,
salutary habit,
holy mundane
ritual?

*

I don't want to have to
untangle the bureaucratic snag,
especially since I'm the one

who's suffering the consequence.


*

Courage, old heart,

old weary warrior ticker.
Take the blows
of the stiff north wind
and walk ever taller,
ever more resolutely.

*

Bless the confessor,
alive now only in memory,
who counselled a penitent,
in coarser language than this,
to send his junk on a month's
vacation to Florida.

*

I sit, alert
for the muses' tug
on the line.

I reel in poems
scarcely larger
than minnows.

*

Christie praised my revision of
"sin-stained snow" to "blackening snow":
more reality, less fake drama.

*

I've reached my 403rd day
without the suave caress of beer,
without the biting grin of gin.
Something other than me
is keeping me outta the bottle.
I should have picked up
weeks, even months, ago.
Heaven knows I've been
thinking about it, romancing
the buzz, nostalgic for the Hat.

*

I would gladly

kneel beside her feet
and sing praises to her
gentleness, to her chevelure
of midnight and starlight,
to her wise and

unfaltering compassion,
but I imagine that her
husband might object.
And for that matter,
so might she!

*

I don't know if this means anything
to anyone but myself.

*

Meditation is sunbathing
in the God-light, with no
harmful ultraviolet rays
to scorch the nerved skin.





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2019-12-31


Yayāti
These are funny, whimsical, yet honest snippets of life (and poetry). I like them all, and more especially the anecdote of your poetfriend H and meditation in the sun. I've been unable to write for some time, and I might as well take heed to your advice. ;)
2019-12-19


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
I can only sit here and smile in the delight I always feel reading what you write. You are so very talented! And these prove my statement - seems so effortless.

Can't say that writing is coming to me easily in the last long while. It's a pretty annoying state. Although not super confidently, I've been trying anyway these last couple days... good advice.

Merci pour ce merveilleux texte... beaucoup aimé.
2019-12-19


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
All I need is one line, a hook with which
To draw out an old sorrow or grievance,
Something which may have been on my mind,
And, at that hook, thrust into the ground,
Lines coalesce. A poem is formed, at once
Craft and creature, one which will perish
If tortured too much. Most often,
I leave them alone.
2019-12-18


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
P. S. If your Notebook is what comes of priming the pump, then your approach is ace, and clearly works for you because these are wonderful entries.

Bravo ten times over.
2019-12-18


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
I have a very different approach to writing, Tom. I don't write until an idea has formed fully, then it's a matter of getting it down in rough form and editing. I got in this habit when I would spend hours and hours riding horses, or on a tractor in the field, writing poems in my head.

I never write just to write, and I'm not concerned if time passes without writing. Something always comes, it always has.

Whatever works for the individual is the right way, perhaps.
2019-12-18