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.