Machine
Amazing, really.
What the body can do.
Not so much
the auto-pilot stuff
(which is also amazing,
all that breathing
and beating and
digesting.)
But consider the rest.
Consider standing on
one's head or turning
cartwheels.
Consider recognizing
the tones of cherry
or pepper in a glass
of red wine.
Consider sketching
an object- a bus or
a rose- from memory.
Consider singing
or keeping time with
a tambourine.
Consider pedaling
a bicycle, or flying
a kite, or sliding
into third.
Consider dancing
in all of its forms.
Consider wielding
a hammer or a knife.
Consider lifting heavy
objects, or running long
distances, or jumping,
yes, consider jumping
up or across.
Consider how we
convey a thought with
just our eyes,
just our hands.
Aren't we beautiful
and interesting and
fun to touch?
So the purpose of this blog is to be a space to practice creativity. I am currently using it as a place to record a single, unedited poem for each day in 2019. While I attempt to write everyday, I may not actually post daily. Instead, I will post poems as they are completed, but one for everyday of the year. Not sure I can make it, but we'll see. It's fun to try regardless :)
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Poem: March 12, 2024
No One I run until I am invisible and free from the tendrils of the day and the treadmill and the others who fill this space, free of my gho...
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Maintaining Some people won’t straighten their desks at the end of the day, but I do, most days, and I sweep the floor as well, ten to tw...
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No One I run until I am invisible and free from the tendrils of the day and the treadmill and the others who fill this space, free of my gho...
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Through a Crack in the Door Think of those times late at night, really any time in the long expanse of life when you are walking down any em...
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