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Poetry writing

About that writing you were going to do…

If you’re like me, you come up with some good lines, starters for pieces you’ve imagined. But, it’s early morning, and you’re not willing to get up, to rise and shine a light onto a notebook page or a scrap of paper so you can get those lines down before they vanish. A fleeting thought later may bring a portion of the lines, but nothing as grand as your first ideas.

You attend virtual writing workshops, meet-ups, and come away with prompts, starter poems, lines other writers have shared in the chat box. National Poetry Month prompts appear in your inbox each day. You are building a great idea collection, but it’s stalled or going nowhere.

You promise yourself you will set aside time to write. But, then…

  1. You get stuck in email-land,
  2. which sends you to links of really important and interesting articles
  3. You drop in at Facebook—just to check on how your buddies are doing
  4. Real life happens, and you are called upon to do real stuff

Any number of things can and do throw up roadblocks to your writing. Heck, I thought about this post a week ago and am just now getting to it! Since that initial idea, I’ve taken a class, shopped for Adoption Day presents for our dear friends’ new infant (We ARE the honorary grandmas), attended two writing workshops, participated in several Zoom meetings, and watched umpteen Women’s NCAA basketball tournament games. At least we’ve now dismantled the jigsaw puzzle table!

The saving grace for me, even with life’s interruptions, is scheduling and blocking the time for writing. One method I use is allotting time in my planner, I set tasks for the day into the time slots the night before, so I wake up thinking about the jobs and can get started right away. Sometimes that time frame is loosened.

My most effective method of insuring my writing time is with an online mindful writing community called A Very Important Meeting. I schedule that on my calendar – because I may be loose with “write blog” or “newsletter,” but I will NOT miss or be late for “A Very Important Meeting.” And, it’s there that I’ve actually written a blog or a poem or a newsletter article. Sometimes, I journal or free write on a topic of interest. But the main thing is I am writing the whole time.

I’ve committed to attending AVIM twice a week. We join and chat with the group for five minutes, the leader takes us through a 10-minute meditation, we write on our own for 45 minutes, and have a check in for the last 15 minutes and discuss how our writing went and other writing/reading concerns and ideas.

We’ve developed a community of writers, the folks who regularly attend at the same time. And, that’s what I find drives me. To ensure my writing, I need time with people and our collective energy in addition to the time commitment.

What about that writing you were going to do? What is it that helps you focus and keep your word with yourself about writing?

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Poetry writing

Dawning

“Where there is light, there must be shadow,

 where there is shadow there must be light.”

-Haruki Murakami

“…Light, dark, and shadow. Our lives are filled with all three and you can’t have one without the others. It is when we learn to embrace all three, that our voice grows strong and fills our words with heart…”

-Morgan Dragonwillow, Poet and Originator of OctPoWriMo

 Dawning
 
 Leaving the loathing 
 she disappears in darkness.
 Outside, the firelight 
 Ceremony cleanses.
  
 Ashes disperse skyward
 Phantoms take flight, fade
 Heart hearkens,
 Alive to peace
  
 Awash in awareness
 Thirst for selfhood
 Slaked at last
 Freedom found
  
 And in the gloaming
 Grasped by hungry hands. 
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I Am a Child of the 50s





I Am a Child of the 50s


 Saturday matinees
 On the silver screen
 Crisp cowboys wear
 10-gallon hats
 Either white or black
 Depending 
 on their perceived goodness
  
 In our Columbus neighborhood
 We  pony up
 On bright Schwinn steeds
 Grab broomstick rifles 
 holster toy six-shooters
 ride hard 
 to the end
 of Mooberry Street.
  
 In that empty lot of rutted paths,
 Ohio burdock our tumbleweed,
 white vs. black hats
 Choose sides
 practice right and wrong, 
 rescue, die, survive, 
 prepare for life. 
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