Day 02 :: 30 Poems in 30 Days April 2016

Bowling Time, April 2, 2016, 30 Poems in 30 Days

Bowling Time, April 2, 2016, 30 Poems in 30 Days

April 2, 2016 Bowling Time
Day two and already I’m feeling the burn. Its been a full day of everything but poetry, or sitting down for poetry writing. I’ll say it like that because I believe that poetry is an integral part of my everyday life. It is just part of who I am. But some days making the commitment to put it on paper is just that – a commitment, like today when my mind and body were completely exhausted. I would not allow myself to skip one day and surely not as soon as the second day. Nor write any later than immediately. I made myself do write in spite of it being late and my mind feeling depleted. I sat down with nothing on my mind. I began to type the only word that came to me, time. From there I followed word for word the words that seemed to only come as fast as I could type. It was a typing on faith poem. I didn’t quite know what I wanted to say but I said what came to me as it did. When it was completed, I had a bit of an emotional exhale. I felt that the poem was good. I didn’t understand how it could come out of me when I felt I had nothing else to give. One of those creative mysteries that seem to happen quite often. Thank you for reading my poem and hopefully you will challenge yourself to read a poem a day for thirty days.

but goal accomplished. Poem, done. And I like it. 

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One Response to Day 02 :: 30 Poems in 30 Days April 2016

  1. Michiel Carlier says:

    P30X Day 2

    In your second poem of your thirty poem challenge you make a suggestion on the nature of time. I love how time is a circular thing in your poem – a bowling ball. I too have the intuition that it is circular. In your poem, I love how you can pick up this bowling ball. You could pick it up to control its destruction. There is only one thing I think you would have a hard time to overcome; while holding it close to you, you would really stand still…
    In your poem time could very well also have the convenience of a bowling ball, with finger holes in it so you can carry and throw it with one arm, and use your other arm to keep your balance, because it is quite heavy. Or maybe to hold a second time-bowling ball…
    Wouldn’t it be ironic if you had time on your hands, but you’d have to carry it with both hands so you don’t have one hand free to do anything else? I guess maybe that is what you feel and what your poem is about. And so here I think I may have reached one deeper level of your poem.
    On another level, it also seems to be about the feeling of hesitating to do something. Like you are searching for the confidence within yourself to take control over a certain force of destruction. It seems to be about the realization that construction as well as destruction should have their place in the natural balance of things. That is how I read your poem as well. I think it finds a great way to touch on this serious topic in a humorous way. Well done on your second poem! And good luck with keeping up this high level of poetry writing!


    ‘Bowling Time’ seems to go very well together with a piece by Joep Beving, called ‘Sleeping Lotus’. If you like to hear it you can click this link: