ponderings in a morning
filled with things and contemplations
and many many many words
and here inside my bubble i’m safe
i’m safe i’m safe
and being grateful isn’t being boastful
[i have to remind myself of that
many days/most days/every day]
Author: HJ
June 4, 2024
dog calming music
to calm both kips
because we are as predictable
[and as good]
as dogs
June 3, 2024
maybe
maybe
maybe
if i write enough
poetry
i’ll write enough
random rhymes
to come into a song
some time
and perform the me
i’d like to be
someday
somehow
some way
[but def not today]
June 2, 2024
skip days of writing
write while others are speaking
maybe the focus isn’t what i need,
but the divided attention,
to complete my goals
with creativity
June 1, 2024
here is pride
a thing i feel every now and then
and today, small town america
helped me feel
proud once again
what a bizarre happenstance
May 31, 2024
i don’t feel like writing
but i don’t feel like not writing
like i have things to say
but i’m not aching to say them
like all my past lives have caught up with me
and instead of blocking them out
they came in
and we had tea
and chatted till they had to leave
and some of the conversation was important
and some of it was fluff
and some of it got out
what i’m constantly trying to get out
and the emotional hangover hasn’t caught up with me
yet
but i can feel it approaching
i can feel it encroaching
i can feel it coming
for me
May 30, 2024
interesting when i write a poem
and can feel the subject matter/concept
has something there, but that the poem itself
is a rough rough rough first draft, like i know
i’ll have to re-write and maybe even re-re-write
but the subject
and a few lines
of this first try
are usable
and i don’t feel the overwhelming failure
that a ‘not good enough’ poem usually brings me,
because this is simply an opportunity
to write it out better/more accurate/in a way that everyone
might
identify with me and understand.
May 29, 2024
do i really
truly
actually
need someone to tell me what to do with my life?
[especially because, when told, i struggle being beholden to other people
and end up resisting every step of the way]
why does my brain make no sense to me?
May 28, 2024
if only i ever found a time
when i thought my mind was organized
but as it stands
and as it be
the organization of my mind is cacophony
May 27, 2024
i am struggling this morning
and that’s ok
that’s ok
that’s ok
i don’t need to churn out perfect poems
and mind-bending perspectives
each and every day
one poem to post
simplistic and chill
as these other ideas percolate
for another morning poem time
and i can let myself be imperfect
i can let myself be imperfect
i can let myself be imperfect
i can.
kipventures 