Poetic Ramblings

Pieces of poems

A while back, I had a goal of writing at least one line every day.  Here are a few without a home poem yet.  It is something I have gotten out of the habit of doing that I hope to continue.

______ like a C-flat, beautiful sounding in theory, but non-existent.  

I want to be like the bug on my circular lampshade, discovering new within the old, never realizing he is always stopping at the same place. 

I recycled all of your love letters with the hope that in their next life they bring joy to  a couple who’s romance lasts longer than ours

You gripped me tight like a capo, and without you, everything is a little off key

My intensity burns.  Just once, I would like to ignite people’s fire with it, instead of just melting the wax of their candles.

Corporate America does not look far enough in advance. We think and move like amateurs play chess.  I fear the day our king is checked.

Why couldn’t the earthquake that shook us out of existence have been faultless?

You are like earwax: every time I try and clean you out, you embed yourself further

I fell in love with your poetic phrases, then watched later as they poetically cut me in half

Personal Lesson of the Day

wordslessspoken:

This path isn’t about creating some perfect version of ourselves immune from feelings or failure. It is about showing up for the whole dance. When anger, fear, or aversion rise up, it doesn’t mean that you failed yourself or your practice is worthless. It means you’re human. Knowing this and facing our humanity with all its glory, shame, and virtue is the path. Forgive yourself, be kind to yourself, be yourself.