Day 17 :: 30 Poems in 30 Days April 2016

Last Breath, April 17, 2016, 30 Poems in 30 Days

Last Breath, April 17, 2016, 30 Poems in 30 Days

Last Breath, April 17, 2016
There is a time for everything and in my time these days, there is discord.

I am not sure how long it will last; when I will pass through it. Sometimes I think it is a little bit of April. My empathy with nature feels the gathered energy and angst of breaking the ground like a little seed or bursting the bark like a leaf bud on a tree. Its a month of transitioning, or bursting forth. April has an energy of feeling like – I cannot take this anymore.I.must.break.through!

I also think it is a period of my life when I am struggling. My frame of mind in my current environment is not conducive for being creative. I am having a hard time finding the joy of being quiet and creating. I can be still but my mind is not quiet nor focused.

However, I think it is extremely important to continue to create even when inspiration is low or hard to find. So often in the forward movement, of even a simple progression. can produce a path to great things. In this 30 Poems in 30 Days project, I am not hiding my hardships or imperfections. I am showing day by day what it looks like to write. Some days will be difficult, some months and sometimes it will endure for a season. At the end of this thirty days, I will have an inventory of thirty poems. They may not all be great or even good, but I will be proud that I moved forward. I am not afraid to show my unedited progress or my imperfect creations. Creating is so much of problem solving, its a process; not to be confused with being flawless.

For all the struggles of this project, it has a great value. That value is found in first the movement and second the courage to not be great. If you are a writer, keep writing as a matter of fact, what ever you do, keep doing it. That is the only way to continue. And if you are a supporter and reader of my poems, Thank you, keep supporting. You make a difference.

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One Response to Day 17 :: 30 Poems in 30 Days April 2016

  1. Michiel Carlier says:

    P30X Day 17

    Your seventeenth poem I think is very beautiful. I feel melancholia when I read it.

    Last Breath looks like the words are written on a surface over which there is a layer of water. And something just stirred the water: a blackbird just flew away from it, after it drank from it.
    Again, your poem is original and wonderful to me.

    What your poem stands for I think is finiteness, the line between existing and not existing. We’ll notice one day that there is a last breath for the living. We may not notice it, but we can expect that for the world as well, there will be a last drop of rain.

    I think you wrote the most beautiful lines in your poem, even though you were struggling those days. During your struggle you may have thought that someone who does not exist anymore can be done no more harm. Though that may be true, consider also that someone who does not exist anymore can be done no more good.
    While writing my P30X stories and interpretations, I want you to know that it brings me the most joy to make you feel good Stephanie. And I am not the only one that wishes you happiness. It seems to be a good idea to have written your poems, for it gives me the opportunity to show you the good side of life.

    Let us look at the dark side as well, just for a moment. After all, I set out to interpreted your poems, no matter the side they are on.
    For these lines, I may have found a fitting interpretation:

    hardly saw you go
    noticed one day you were gone

    It seems to be hard if not impossible, to from the inside imagine that one does not exist. One has to think of oneself from the outside. We seem to have to think of our body of the person that we are, from which all life and experiences disappeared. To imagine something, you don’t have to be able to imagine how it would feel on the inside.

    In your last line, I think you have found a wonderful way to describe your view on death:

    living in the horizon is not the same as watching the sun set from a distance

    The question comes up how we should look at death. I think we may safely presume that eternal life would be unbearably boring. Suppose death is the end, we may ask ourselves if it is bad to not exist anymore. It is the question if we should face death with fear, sadness, indifference or relief.
    When we think of our own death as an end, it is also the end to all the good in life. That is certainly a reason for sadness. But that’s not all. Most people want more of the things they enjoy in life, but for some the prospect not to exist is in itself frightening, in a way that perhaps we can not explain adequately.
    The idea that the world goes on without you, that you are turned into nothing, is difficult to digest. Why is not clear: everybody seems to accept the fact that there was a time before you were born, that you did not exist.

    If you logically think about it, death seems only to be something unnerving if we do survive it.


    Otto Totland – Pinô