Day 20 :: 30 Poems in 30 Days April 2016


Only Arrows, April 20, 2016, 30 Poems in 30 Days

Only Arrows, April 20, 2016
Today’s poem is a good example of why it is so important to do something creative everyday. I have been thinking poetically for twenty consecutive days and once a practice becomes as natural as breathing, it begins to flourish. It awakens. Even the street is poetry to me. I drive to my part time job and see the beauty in the words painted on the street. If you love something, love it everyday. It makes a difference. If you are a writer, write everyday. If you are an erospace engineer, make rockets everyday. As the poem suggests, get in the correct lane for your life.

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One Response to Day 20 :: 30 Poems in 30 Days April 2016

  1. Michiel Carlier says:

    P30X Day 20

    Thank you Stephanie for creating yet another out of the ordinary poem. I noticed how this poem is about getting in lane, and at the same time it gets out of line itself. It does not seem to obey any poetry directions.

    I like how you give the example of an aerospace engineer in the sidelines of your twentieth poem. I happen to be one myself. A great job I must say. I build the most beautiful rockets, a couple of them everyday. The head of my engineering team, professor Spacey, one day concluded after his many calculations that NASA needs more rockets. We seem to have a great shortage of them.
    We make two different types: Straights and Arrows. Since I am best at making Straights I tend to make those when we get no further directions from management. What I love so much about making them, is that is is a very precise job that acquires all my attention. From the welding of the little parts to the painting of the lines on the side. When done well, it can really make my day.
    Thinking about it, it is not so much the painting itself that I love, it is the state of mind I am in when I concentrate on creating, for example the line. It is the focus on giving my pencil just the right pressure, and moving it as straight as my arm muscles allow me to move. But I don’t think about my arm, or the muscles in it. In fact, my whole body falls away, together with all my thoughts. I don’t think about what people think of me, I don’t think about my troubles. When I am in the flow of creation, I forget my identity and I become what I make. I feel at one with my creation. When I am totally consumed by what I am doing at the moment, I feel happy. Happy to be alive. It is the best part of my work. And when it happens outside of my work, it can be the best part of my day.

    When Larry, my team leader, announces through the microphone to make only Arrows that day, he makes it sound like we are at a baseball field in a stadium. I love baseball, and it always makes me feel like a baseball player when I hear the word ‘only’ echo through the factory hall…

    I like what you mention in the sidelines. If you love something, do it everyday.
    When we realize that happiness is something within ourselves, deep down inside, all we have to do is let it out. Of some things we do, we have the experience that it makes us feel happy. Making rockets is a great example. Happiness then comes out of us naturally and effortless. If able, or if you only have so much time, choose to do those activities every day. It’ll make you feel alive every day. You get the feeling that life is worth living. Or to see it from another angle; fake it till you make it. Or to say it in different words; show your brains the bright side of life, until your brains show you the bright side of life. We can choose for that life by ourselves, independent of our environment. Thank you Stephanie for reminding me of the way in which we can become happy. You put it very nicely when you wrote those words.

    Only Arrows is a very beautiful poem. I see your smiling face in it.
    I think I found just the right piece of music for it, happy and beautiful: Night Breaths by Fabrizio Paterlini.