Laying in bed reading As my focus is fading I’ll write a poem Advertisements
I want to sleep I want to write I want these two To align in Daylight
Kerning crafts beauty The poetry of white space Ink and paper play
This writer’s journey Fraught with perils of the heart Facing down my fear As I write, my mind drags out random, destructive talk. The act of posting challenges sensations of inadequacy. Thus I post, refusing to let the destructive voices within me win.
First: unload my mind Next: shape them into beauty Editing’s anguish
Life is so complex The beauty within haiku Ah! Simplicity!
I love poetry I seek to achieve greatness First: to define that The more I study poetry, the more I see the idea of “greatness” is illusive. A slippery dream, laughing as l try to grab hold. I see that it’s a personal journey, connecting to my deepest within.
I find this new love With manual typewriters Deeply endearing
Amusing How I put pen to paper Expecting certain words To flow gracefully I’m always surprised At what lands upon The page
I entertained other paths Other work But this remains strong I guess I cannot Escape Thus I should Surrender Into, Then through, My fear Only I shall remain