Hello 🙂
Under this date, in Hannah Braime’s book, I was asked to journal about a cyclical pattern in my life that I wanted to change. From that, came this:
I hear tick, tick, tick
As you pick, pick, pick –
All this freaking yarn
From your pet sheep farm –
And my entrails fall
In a colourful mess
For all to see
As resentment nests.
I get so tired
Leaden feet mired,
No rope in sight
(Though I’m wound so tight
That this last word might
Make my dark ignite…)
Incandescent rage
Burning up the page…
Hidden ‘midst a book
In some shady nook…
But: “I can’t sit still
Feeding off this swill
For one more day
While the rest make hay!”
So: I upped and ran
Built another sham
In a different place
(Much to my disgrace)
‘til I fell awake,
Pointed out the fake,
Summoned up the clear
To banish my fears.
So, if you hear me now
On this frequency:
We should forge ahead
Campaign ceaselessly
For our right to say
Our truth easily,
Sort out all our wrongs
And live peaceably.
[Pic is from here]
[I am currently journaling (and writing poems) around prompts from The Year Of You: 365 Journal Writing Prompts For Creative Self Discovery by Hannah Braime – Kindle ASIN: B076Z6Y5L9]
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July 23rd, 2018 at 3:09 pm
Like the way the words bob along.