“He who believes is strong; he who doubts is weak. Strong convictions precede great actions.” —Louisa May Alcott
In addition to my writing, I am working on a crochet project called Mandala Madness that I discovered networking with another blogger on WordPress. We are doing this together comparing our work along the way. After all, life is all about the connections we make along the way in our journey.
W.S.Merwin says it the best, “I think there’s a kind of desperate hope built into poetry now that one really wants, hopelessly, to save the world. One is trying to say everything that can be said for the things that one loves while there’s still time. I think that’s a social role, don’t you? …We keep expressing our anger and our love, and we hope, hopelessly perhaps, that it will have some effect.”
“A human being sometimes needs to do nothing. He may seem to be doing nothing yet, in fact, he is tuning out of the outer world in order to allow the inner intuitive mind, to drift and dream. For those that remember, before television and computer games, there was cloud-gazing — a spiritual, introspective pursuit with no goal whatsoever. I saw myself when I shut my eyes: space, space, where I am and am not.” – Octavio Paz, Nobel poet
I’ve faced cruel people in my life during my darkest times who chose to do nothing. Some even encouraged my drunken abusive husband to give me what I deserved. This poem is for those negative people:
Still I Rise by Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may tread me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause…..
I love her sense of humor and plain speaking style of writing. I hope you enjoy her too! The Poet’s Occasional Alternative by Grace Paley I was going to write a poem I made a pie instead it took about the same amount of time of course the pie was a final draft a poem would have had some distance to go days and weeks and much crumpled paperthe pie already had a talking tumbling audience among small trucks and…..
Writing words, poems on a page seemed at times like meaningless trash. Why would anyone want to read my thoughts? The seed of doubt of grew. I saw my creative expression as a failure. Kevin Wilson, in an examination of the writing life, indicates writers waste a lot of good paper in a lifetime. The reality is writers generate a lot of spoiled paper. I agree with Wilson it is true. However, for every failure, there is the success too. Failure…..
For a brief interlude two bodies entwined, each rolling dissonance with the need to create dissembling obfuscation, in a sweet moment of contentment. The twinkling stars bear witness the wind imitates the rub of limbs. Their intimate moment
betrayed. The boundaries established once more. Legs, arms declare personal space while lyrics of love face doom as the distance grows and the bedding yawns.
“Imagination must be allowed to run free in our subconscious mind and when ready, it reveals its ideals to us in our conscious state.” ― Lee Bice-Matheson
“Writing is…. being able to take something whole and fiercely alive that exists inside you in some unknowable combination of thought, feeling, physicality, and spirit, and to then store it like a genie in tense, tiny black symbols on a calm white page. If the wrong reader comes across the words, they will remain just words. But for the right readers, your vision blooms off the page and is absorbed into their minds like smoke, where it will re-form, whole…..
a remedy and a force
An artist’s efforts to soften the UNBEARABLE
A battle that replenishes itself
The call of the wildest
I’m nobody, who are you?