Writing Journal

Well, then...I guess I should let you know that I'm not failing at writing 40 poems in 40 days. There are two reasons I'm not posting all of them. One being that some of them reveal information too personal for me to share with my known public. At least at this point in time. Maybe by the time I feel the poem is finally finished, whatever is holding me back from posting it will be less cumbersome. Or I'll be more detached and therefore more comfortable sharing those feelings from a distance.

The other reason is that they're being held hostage in various notebooks. Last year, I had a pretty regular schedule, so I could at least keep them in the same notebook and post them at about the same time each day. This year, not so much. So far. Maybe this will change, too.

That all being said...I was glancing through some of the poems and noticed that one I wrote towards the beginning of this challenge (and therefore have forgotten about) has a line (the last one) that carried itself over into the theme of the one today. I'll share the first one with you, but today's is rather too personal. (I hope anyone reading understands and suggests a title.)

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I've taken risks before
Now I'll take a risk again.
I'll calculate the cons,
And pray the pros are real,
Not another pipe dream.

It was a pleasure coming here,
And it won't be easy easing out.
I need to refresh, restart, renew,
Just like you advise me to do.

I'll change my life
And change my ways,
Then leave this place behind.

Don't worry about losing me,
You lost me long ago.

I wish I was going to miss you more.

Writing Journal

Here I am at the end of another day, without a poem. I'm mentally exhausted, but did find myself captivated by the way a little boy was looking at our cherry pastries this afternoon. Let's see what happens when I use that for inspiration...

Cherry
He presses his buggy blue eyes to the glass,
Framed by his delicate fingers
To see the pastries better.
As though he believes that
He can get close enough to taste them
From where he's standing.

His mom glances down while ordering,
As though she's afraid he's going to
Reach his hand through the glass
To grab the cherry one
And devour it instantly.
He only dreams.

Writing Journal

I'm too lazy to keep track of what day of the challenge it is. And I'm too "busy" (mostly lazy) to update each day. That's partly why I need a regular schedule...that's an entirely different thing, though.

Tonight, I bring you today's poem. Created in this very blog entry typing space. Because I don't see the point in opening a word document to copy and paste or wasting a piece or two of paper and some ink.
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so, now that I'm finally caught up on facebook, I can start...

Vaguebooking
Is pretty sure she barely made it home.
Wonders where she went instead.
(No, not really. Is pretty sure she knows.)
Considers moving furniture, just to make some waves.
Knew that was a bad idea.
Wishes there was more.
Wants the wanting to go away.
Likes the smell of sleep.
Has a headache.
Is hungry but doesn't want to eat;
Is tired but doesn't want to sleep.
Hates waiting for those e-mails.
Needs to send some e-mails out.
Has so much to get done tomorrow.
Hopefully doesn't have to walk.
Can't wait until Tuesday.
Is ready to be done with it all.

Writing Journal

Well, it's Lenten Season again. I decided to do the 40 poems in 40 days dealio once more. And since I'm not Catholic, it doesn't matter if I don't do exactly 40 poems in 40 days. (Just looking at last year's results, I'm being realistic here.)

Today's was a quick list poem and, again true to last year, utter crap.
But it's a poem, which is something I've been meaning to do more often.

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The list of things I need to be
Is as long as what I need to do.
Which one should I tackle first?
The doing seems more feasible
Than the being.
Let's start there.

Create the spreadsheet.
Get more notebooks.
Write the check
(Put it in the mail).
Fill the dresser.
Empty the box.
Finish the book.
Finish the blanket.
Fix the other one.
Wash the dishes.
Find something to wear tomorrow.
Pack the change of clothes tonight.
Figure out who is driving where.
Eat something
(More than a handful of saltines).
Read the article.
Fix the article.
Resize the ads.
Write a poem.