assessing the challenge one considers whether there’s enough poetry in each day or whether we have the eyes to see through the lead wall to the other side where time slows down and birds stop singing a single light your only guide a place void of happiness void of sadness where a solo base beats with the rhythm of your heart from the corner of the room where the light can’t reach catching only flashes of vibrating strings peace ……
One month A capsule of freedom When homework is over And classrooms fade into memory With long days and starry nights and ice cream whenever you want it Trips to distant places Swallowing too much ocean Laughter with no prompting Sleeping in late A reprieve from the machine when work takes a backseat to hitching a ride on the childhood dream that summer lasts forever *** This is the first poem of my personal 30-day poetry challenge to break away…
Thanks to my friend and creative partner Laurie Smithwick’s inspiration, I’m focusing on art every day for 30 days. Laurie did 100 consecutive days of watercolors (twice) which was amazing to follow. However, I’m no painter so I’m going to do poetry. I’m no poet either, but I do have moments when I see beauty in the routine and mundane. My fear is that I don’t know whether I even have it in me to stop and think about something deeply…
Every so often I feel the ascension of birds in my chest Soft reminders of the seeds of art that have taken root deep within me revealing themselves during insignificant moments as I hack my way through the daily grind in a world that doesn’t stop for moments but rather longs for the promise of tomorrow Being human, I get caught up in the drone of this machine and forget But the birds remind me that the human heart is…
Matthew 6:24 is a prominent driver in my novel. It basically says you can’t serve both money and God. It doesn’t matter whether you’re agnostic or atheist. That’s not the point. To prove it, replace God with Mankind–or anything “good” in the same context that the idea of God is “good.” The rule from this verse in the bible still applies. What happens when we make money more important than God or people or anything “good” is that we literally…
What if all the birds in the world are singing the same song? A song with very specific roles for each type of bird. Where every chirp, tweet, and whistle is significant. A song so grand in scope that it has no beginning or end. A song so sweeping and pervasive that we cannot hear it except in miniature.
