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Keeping current in wellness, in and out of the water

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Window Dressing

April 15, 2015 1 Comment

 

wrinkled

wrinkled

Gazing out through the window made of magical reflection

Scenes play out vividly structured for the ego’s protection

We find we are exactly the picture of perfection and gravity

When our memory edits all stories to obstruct our incapacity

 

Our flawless composure, wisdom, grace, incomparable wit

Are features of our self image, where the hubris never quits

You may be the only one who knows the truth in the end

Courage sees behind the tales, between the lines, my friend

NaPoWriMo 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015

Every day in April poets are contributing verbal blessings here.  Ride the poetry train for fun and creative stimulation.  There is something for everyone in this group.

 

Destined to Fall

April 14, 2015 1 Comment

 

intricate

intricate

Water finds the way to flow around and over any obstacle encountered

Vertical drop, narrow banks of rocky cliffs send a river splashing downward

Like the River Rhone flows through the Lake of Geneva, energy remains

The signature of rushing liquid communicating exactly like the rains

Falling from the heavens, moving mountains, shaking boulders free

Direction has not been questioned because every drop is heading to the sea

 

NaPoWriMo 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015

Enjoy the creativity available all during the month of April here.  Ride the poetry train to deepen your understanding and appreciation of art and life.

 

Electric Soul

April 12, 2015 1 Comment

copper

copper

Compressed and coiled to rise with great jubilant recital
Those words never uttered, thoughts buried, smothered, smoldering
Cascades of songs and tributes to romance obscured in shadow
Leaving impressions too faint to be heard or interpreted by strangers
Wound around old wounds and spinning in familiar territory
Grace slowly unwinds the layers of crusades and causes
To reveal a universal storm of color, thunder and lightening

NaPoWriMo 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015

Enjoy the creative work of all kinds of poets during the month of April here.  Find new creativity by writing one of your own.  It is therapy for the inner you. Everyone has a poet within.

Fate or Fortune

April 11, 2015 4 Comments

Makers of envy and avarice, green paper creatures

Faces of national heroes serve to guard their values

Internalized between agreements, overexposed features

Images of past betrayal written across the centuries

Imitation freedom, a state of restraint, a wicked teacher

Between imagined fantasy and all too vivid toxic misery

cholla

cholla

What kind of advantage is gained by digging deeper?

Is there an alternative to repeating the worst of history?

NaPoWriMo 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015

Check the daily poetic action here, or follow the hashtag #NaPoWriMo.  Join the fun and ride the poetry train all month in April.

 

Three Kinds of Truth

April 10, 2015 5 Comments

iris only looks up

iris only looks up

There are three separate kinds of truth in the world:
Empirical has backing of indisputable evidence, proven fact
Cultural is believed by everyone in our group without question
Rhetorical is instilled through language, debated into being

iris only looks up

iris only looks up

These tributaries of veracity flow from different mountains:
Facts fall vertically from the highest peaks of observed reality
Tribal beliefs are instilled from birth with social hill climbing
The waterfall of rhetoric is loud and impressively massive

iris only looks up

iris only looks up

Politicians are dealers in rhetoric designed to sway opinions
Cultures have blind spots that obscure parts of the total picture
Empirical truth is obvious, amplifying proof, ignoring prejudice
The well of pure truth will quench your thirst only if you draw from it

NaPoWriMo 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015

Ride the poetry train with some very creative and witty folk here during the month of April.

Upwardly Mobile 

April 9, 2015 1 Comment

cactus blooming

cactus blooming

Bright stars illuminate passages between treachery and glory,

At dawn some of the possibilities scatter across the sky

Others stay hidden beneath the shade of an obvious story

Painted lights on party patios strung between truth and lie

There is danger passing through the desert without insight or guidance

Patrons of progress and development sow dusty seeds of convenience

Remnants of  culture, scraps of common purpose shattered in the process

cactus blooming

cactus blooming

 

Eternal Internal

April 8, 2015 3 Comments

internal energy

internal energy

 

Dream state leading to broad daylight, lingering impressions

Trace history down long corridors of power, sorrows, laughter

Holding on to feelings while letting go of rigid definitions

Jumping into the stream of flowing light at the heart of the matter

 

NaPoWriMo 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015

Poetry is flowing profusely this month. Enjoy the creative thrills available at #NaPoWriMo during April.  Ride the poetry train here.

 

Poppy Pollen

April 6, 2015 9 Comments

Poppy pollen is a magnet for the bees
Outfitted with tiny sacks on their legs
To carry pollen back to the hive
They work the center of the blossom
Harvesting the precious particles

Loaded with heavy fragrant flower dust
The flight home is an odyssey for a hero
At the end of her brief and useful life
Wings flutter with all their might

red poppy

red poppy

NaPoWriMo 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015

Enjoy reading and writing poetry during the month of April here.

April in Fool’s Paradise

March 27, 2015 2 Comments

deep center

deep center

My dear gentle readers, it is with some trepidation that I embark on a voyage that will take this blog into new territory. During the month of April, National Poetry Writing Month, I will be publishing 30 poems in 30 days right here.  It has been my desire to portray my persona in a writing.  I like covering subjects like my family tree and current events because it gives me a fact based framework, like news reporting.  I do enjoy that kind of research, so I will resume my prose posting when my 30 poems have been produced.  Do not fear. I will not turn this into my own little garden of verses.  I think it is fun to be a scribe, choosing subjects that I find intriguing.  Your fact finding reporter will return in May.

One aspect of creativity and psychic phenomena I notice and follow is the way willingness to practice opens new frontiers.  I believe we are all psychic, and all poets.  These talents or gifts can’t develop unless they are used.  Another belief that I hold strongly is that we create art that has a specific audience.  The audience can only find us if we publish or otherwise give them a chance to read it.  During April contests and events will be held to teach and share poetry writing.  By following the hashtag #NaPoWriMo on social media you can tune into happenings in your area and share fun with folks from around the world.  You may decide to participate in a group poem or attend a reading.  Of course you do not need to publish 30 poems to enjoy reading them.  I started on my path by tuning into this a couple of years ago and writing only a few of my own.  I think it is contagious in a very good way.

psyche

psyche

I was a production potter for years, selling my pots to make a living. Some of the best and most interesting pottery I made was done when I was a beginner and had very little skill. Later I made technically better pieces, but I was always producing something to sell, so I was influenced by that thought.  I hope that my poetry will follow that pattern.  My April adventure is intended to break out some new area of my ability in order to stay truly creative. I count on beginner’s luck, but am working hard to find good subjects.  Please stay tuned to find out where this leads.  I appreciate any suggestions you may have.

pitcher plant

pitcher plant

#ROW80 Nourishing Harvest

March 22, 2015 9 Comments

ROW80

ROW80

On this last check in to #ROW80 I am taking stock of the bountiful benefits I harvested from this program.  I tried it on a lark in order to revive my dead tumblr blog and work on poetry.  Results have surpassed my wildest imagination even though I did not fully complete every goal I set at the start.  There is the goal, and then there is the spirit of the goal.  I am pleased to have established:

  • an almost daily poetry writing practice, with emphasis on trying new things
  • a weekly trip to the U of A Poetry Center for inspiration
  • listening and reading a wide variety of poems from all sources
  • making use of exercise time to hear poetry podcasts and ponder
  • following and reading poets on tumblr

For me this means I am primed and ready for #NaPoWriMo in April.  Taking the plunge into poetry during National Poetry Month is a pleasure.  There are poems everywhere, tweeting across the universe at lightening speed, during the month of April.  You don’t need to write them to enjoy reading the participants’ creations.  If you follow the hashtag #NaPoWriMo you may be inspired to contribute. Last year PBS wrote a group poem on twitter which turned out to be very good.  I can’t wait to see what creative events might be in store this year.  I find the energy and the generosity of #ROW80 to be similar to the poetry month program.  Maybe some of my colleagues from here will migrate, or just pop in to enjoy.  It is a non judgmental, creative canvass with major potential for fun.

March happens to be National Nutrition Month, which has made me think about the metaphor of feeding the body and feeding the soul.  We need to ingest calories to stay alive, but there are other qualities to nourishment.  A home-grown lovingly prepared meal has extra positive energy and support that cannot be found at a drive through window.  Joyful play and movement bring circulation to the blood as well as to the senses.  We do not live by bread alone.  The similarities I see between delicious healthy food and a carefully crafted poem may not be obvious. They are both nourishing to the spirit, and necessary to life. I plan to write some cooking and eating poems in April as I expand my repertoire.  Thank you all very much for sharing these 80 days with me.

I will end with a nourishing metaphor by William Shakespeare in his Sonnet 75:

So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
Or as sweet-seasoned showers are to the ground;
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
As ‘twixt a miser and his wealth is found.
Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon
Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure;
Now counting best to be with you alone,
Then bettered that the world may see my pleasure;
Sometimes all full with feasting on your sight,
And by and by clean starvèd for a look;
Possessing or pursuing no delight
Save what is had, or must from you be took.
Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,
Or gluttoning on all, or all away.