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Wednesday, January 28, 2004aRE YoU WEiRd eNoUgH ??? >>> from poetjpb >>>I'M NOT WEIRD ENOUGH I used to think I wasn’t weird enough to write poetry, or old enough, or wise enough, or smart enough, or important. Now that I’m old enough wise enough, smart enough, and important; I’m just too damned tired! (C)2004 jpbrown poetjpb Sign in to see full entry.Tuesday, January 27, 2004Is your life a blank canvas???My husband and I were taking our first walk after the Christmas bulge set in. I stopped at a garage sale in our neighborhood and bought a $2.00 living room painting. After carting the painting home, I covered the ugly painting with a hazy white coating of thick Gesso. Sitting on the grass in my... Sign in to see full entry.Sunday, January 25, 2004Do you feel driven to write? Tell me how you feel about writing in 60 wdsCompelled to write, driven to it, I can’t escape its hold on me. Every day, I try to complete mundane tasks, wash my sheets and pillowcases, clean the dishes, vacuum, correct school papers, but I start, and all I can think about is when do I get to write? When will I be finished so I can write? Tell... Sign in to see full entry.Friday, January 23, 2004I love the feel of flimsy notebook paper, aged and worn >>>Caberet and Junk Why do I save the things I do? Leftover junk, scraps of tucked away memories; I save everything! I might need it someday. What if my daughter needs to create a collage for her English class? What if I am bored on a rainy day? I love the feel of flimsy notebook paper aged and worn,... Sign in to see full entry.Thursday, January 22, 2004Treecutters and Wordsmiths >>> ...words crack in half as I chisel >>>Tree Cutters and Wordsmiths This morning. I envy you, tree cutter high in the branches, surrounded by the cozy confines of the basket, keeping you, holding you high in the sky. You overlook my car as I drive under. Do you see my half drunk coffee cup and the stupor in my eyes as I plug away, driving... Sign in to see full entry.Monday, January 19, 2004Jack London quote>>> "...stifled by dry rot.." >>>“I would rather be ashes than dust. I would rather that my spark should burn into a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent plant. The proper function of man (and woman) is to live, not... Sign in to see full entry.Sunday, January 18, 2004I AM A REAL WRITER! I felt like a fool as I approached the editor>>>To Ariala, in response to your writing question. Who is a real writer? When were you truly, truly happy? Now imagine in your mind, what were you doing at that time? Were you writing? What kind of writing? What fulfills you? I have asked myself the same questions you ask many times. What is a writer?... Sign in to see full entry.Are you doing too much of what you don't want to do? The shoulds? >>>Close your eyes. Think of a time when were you happy? What were you doing? Why aren't you doing it now? Do you do too much of what you think you should be doing? The shoulds? Use this little prompt to plan your goals, your career and your life. I am happiest when I am gardening, growing basil and... Sign in to see full entry.Saturday, January 17, 2004WAITING FOR THE WHIPEach word lies on one line, waiting for the whip of my pen for the smudge of ink to smear across the lip of thought each thought hovers above the blank line waiting, always waiting my self, immortal lies on this line stretched out long and lean my eyes fixate on the line, the line, the line, the... Sign in to see full entry.Friday, January 16, 2004PAIN FLOWS OUT FROM THE POINT OF OUR PENS, SPILLLING OUT >>>CORNICOPIA Pain flows out from the point of our pens, spilling out our lives, Our dreams, hopes and fears, like water, like milk, like juice like blood. C)2003 poetjpb jpbrown Sign in to see full entry. |