Day 03 :: 30 Poems in 30 Days April 2016

Water Need, April 3, 2016, 30 Poems In 30 Days

Water Need, April 3, 2016, 30 Poems In 30 Days

April 3, 2016 Water Need
I don’t think I realized how preoccupied I’ve been with daily life. Until today, when I decided to write my poem on my lunch break knowing I would be creative zapped at the end of the day. I sat there looking over a field of wild grass waving in the wind. I felt like I was on some sort of beach and the grass waves were crashing at my feet. Poetry was coming alive. I could feel it again like I was in an ocean of wonderful words swimming all around me. I had missed it and not even known I had. A true sense of missing. I should remember this day. If you have a day like this, remember it too, to always do the thing you love, that is living.

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One Response to Day 03 :: 30 Poems in 30 Days April 2016

  1. Michiel Carlier says:

    P30X Day 3

    Your third poem is very inspirational again, and so is your journal to go with it. In my search for the level on which your poem could be read, I think it can be read in at least three ways. I think we all know the feeling of discomfort when we are thirsty but we have a shortage of water. It goes beyond discomfort, it seems something deep within us, our reptile brain, becomes active and shuts out all our other thoughts. All we can think of is water. I assume your poem shows us how you feel when you experience a lack of creative energy. For you, it is your life water, your primary need. On the other hand your poem can be seen as an image from that feeling we get when our wish to fulfill a primary need comes true: we have water again after being thirsty for a long time. I can almost feel what you have felt when you say how poetry was coming alive, because I remember the feeling of getting water after being very thirsty. For you, it is that wonderful feeling when you remember doing something you have a passion for, and to feel that passion re-awake and your mind becomes rehydrated. It is wonderful to see you, in my minds eye, sitting by the side of a grass field and looking at the waves of high grass, having lunch, refueling your body, while your creative energy is bubbling up to renew your mind’s passion. I think this new flow of water is showing in your poem. Thank you for sharing with us the insights into your life, the little pieces of life story that go together with the creating of the poem. Seen from yet another perspective, the theme of your poem could be that water becomes valuable only, when needed by our bodies. Well, to that I’d like to say that, in my eyes, green glass becomes pretty only, when worn by your ears.

    The remembering of an inner passion reminded me of this piece called ‘Nestos’ by Jean-Michel Blais