The Point Is
They say you can't blame a guy
for trying, but at some point,
you can because after a while,
if he's still trying, he's no longer
stubbornly reaching for his goal
so much as he's aware that if
he quits, he will have certainly
been a fool to those around him.
People will laugh at him at
cocktail parties and say, "Do you
remember when you failed?"
But if he persists, he thinks,
he may draw the gambler's lucky
break, and prove the future wrong,
succeed despite clear evidence
and lengthening odds, and his
efforts will reward him with a
smudged trophy, a worn sash,
the title of Not Fool, and we can
blame a guy for trying not to be
a fool instead of trying to be wise.
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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