Self-Centered and Halfway There
Here's the thing about being
in the middle, in the thick
of it, in between: you are
a long way from the end and
too far in to quit, and you
wouldn't if you could anyway
because, in the middle, you
are the center, the crucible,
the primordial source,
the great, gravitational force,
the conductor of the orchestra.
Everything radiates from you.
Everything is attached to you.
Everything originates in you.
And in the slow and crushing
stillness at the center of the storm,
you have reduced your variables.
You have a good chance to be
the last gray lump of clay
still stuck to the center
of the wheel when everything
else goes flying across the room.
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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