This was quite a diverse read. It's a good practice to "cure" one's writer's block. Reminds me of when I was in a creative writing class. Our professor told us to take 5-10 minutes and start writing whatever comes to one's mind and never stop, not until the time runs out.
Hi Bruce, just stopping by to see what everyone was up to. I can't believe how long I've spent on this, just going over and over the word combinations. I seriously enjoyed this because it reminds me of how every now and then out of the blue my hubby and I will stumble on a couple of words that rhyme and suddenly we are driven to make sentences out of the same rhyme until we can't possibly think of another--it becomes very competitive and hilarious after a while until one of us finally says ok enough already!
Anyways, thanks, Chris.
I don't know Bruce, do you want critique on this? me to highlight a particular part?
But, I would say that it does deserve a closer look and that I found I could follow it, enjoy it and even relate to it. Someone was saying to me the other day that I had undergone a stylistic change. And I think this is what art is or life is. I had/ have
encountered a great space which seemed as a grief
and at the same time something which it seemed paramount I get by or somehow follow, without feeling I can do that. saartha wrote something once about comprehending the scope of space and being paralyzed by it. And, anyway, I responded to the person that I felt I was both at the start of something and perhaps peaking (in my work) my nose at the very further edge. Not like mastery, because you cannot, you somehow have to drag a whole body through, but anyway, it's like feeling is thought, turning to feeling, to thought and that process is endless. You can't say you've gained anything but in little ways you can arrive at a knowledge, and as it relates to paralysis of the spirit, or the mind, manifest in a thing like feeling. sad. or writers block. a body will fall a space will open up. a little something will come and next thing you know people are noting a change. you are feeling a change. it's like you will note a change in someone you don't see every day but they will not note that great change because they look in the mirror every day. so by the gradualness of system there is greatness in the process. i don't say that in relation to my work, i mean it in relation to life. that is a hopeful thing about life.
I realize that is probably hard to follow and or poorly articulated, it's just the way I could follow your words was/ is kind of like the way, the new way, I seem to look at the world. And everything is thought, and everything is a segue or interconnected. a duck flies by as bits of poetry. And there is comfort in that (noticing things, noticing things because they seem connected to this great mass of thought) without ever really knowing why.
Patience maybe. At times that awful feeling and the scope of that unnameable, it really was like a paralysis but now maybe i've learned just to think about it and feel it. in my journal there's that winter song song. and a line in that says 'life will find a way'
stay in what you want to be in. that's all i think you need to know.
so i like your poem and i thank you for the posting of your poems.
it's cool i guess to think of you, of someone linking life to words in a similar but different way. something like comfort in a shared experience.