photo-spiration { a new poem, in morning light matters
Sometimes some poems just come out of a blankness. Like this new poem here.
I was staring at this photo. Thoughts of morning, light, leaving this young man reposed held me until a title, a first line lifted from my voice. Like once a negative is exposed to light it declares the edges of photographic subjects, this photo seen through creativity’s pulse, gave me a poem, not from out of an experience, but from many experiences.
new poem, new series { the realizing of meeting frank,
Today, I’m sharing two things. A new poem written today and the full title of a series I alluded to in a previous posting: New poem { in our lives, someone.
The new poem is a part of a series of poems arising from meditations on a particular past relationship. As I’ve been encountering parts of memories, emotional baggage, or even those daydreams which withered or came true.
The series’ title is Meeting Frank,; it is that person’s name and I also meant as metaphorical allusion to the verb frank.
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New poem { in our lives, someones else
Cleaning our my clippings box on my MacBook, I found a little poem I wrote about after a night out experience. This poem fits into a theme recurring in a lot of new poems I’ve been writing. I had been thinking of collecting these as a sequence, titled Meeting { }. I’m hesitant to use it since it is the person’s name. Though the poems are my takes on the story and a first name only means something to those who know who it is. Also the name can have a meaning about honesty, which these poems explore.
So I wrote the original in March 2004, it is now 2010 and time has passed back to me that night to explore more fully than its original phrases of feelings.
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kind of away into a poem } new poem-From an August’s return
Recently the thought of reconnecting with people from my past has been on my mind a lot. Although I am way better than a year ago, the thought of this instills a sense of panic for me. A panic I am quite familiar with but not as loud, thank God.
Socially, I’ve always seen myself behind myself, concerned how awkward I would come off. Usually this would seem to be an issue related to a phobia towards new situations or the unknown; however, for me heading into something I have very little experience with does not instill ant kind of panic. Read more
Upto } the things in living or living with things
Reneseme at 1 year old
Um, so not much chatter to post, just some milestones, and loves…
Reneseme is 1 year old now. I still need to finish the Raising Reneseme series. It is gonna be a difficult journey to write about since I lost both Blu and Timmy; however, Reneseme is quintessentially my exact copy in personality.
Check out the new pics and videos of Reneseme from 1 week old to 1 year old. Read more
