New year... same old?

Nothing really feels different about the new years. I don't really do resolutions. Just continuing the same old. But there's nothing wrong with that. I like what I'm doing.

Let's see what happens.

A squirrel

I saw a squirrel. It looked at me. It seemed curious, I know I was.

7:32

Peace. Calmness. Ok.
Being ok.

Here Now.
Sincerity, clearness.
Simple.

9:50

Hot. Sweaty. Happy.
Typing. Studying. Thinking.
Learning. Caring. Loving.
Wondering. Staying. Moment.
Present. Tomorrow. Difficult.
Words. Expressionless.
Enso.

11:48

How painful was that,
4 hours, writing up notes,
Neck tight, wrists sore
Concentration lacking.

Desire to leave and play volleyball.

Freedom soon.

But it's 11:49 and I choose to stay in the moment.

4:35

The sweet taste on my tongue.
Not a pleasant sweetness.
A painful taste that poisons my brain.
Rotting away,
Makes me nauseous.

Disgusted by the choice of the drink,
That led to this turn of events,
How to rinse the mouth of this nastiness,
It spreads and won't leave me alone.

How to be rid of this disgust, this disdain,
It sounds as if it's something else.
But this is all from a drink.
Maybe it's something more.


How to write to stay in the moment, when it's the thoughts that give us poetry? Difficult. I think so. Thinking... maybe that's the poison. Interesting...

I'm learning.

A new series called Moments

In the spirit of being in the moment and focusing on the here and now.

I am going to start writing some poetry describing the moment that I'm in. It could be very spontaneous and just apply to whatever I'm doing. We'll see how it goes.