Poetry
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Out Now: How To Write Evocative Poetry
Once More
Once more
I wake
Finding myself adrift
Lost in thoughts
Of things
That will never happen
That can never happen
An ocean of possibility
Extends in every direction
Yet I fear
Leaving the safety
Of the anchor
Of the known
Once more
I wake
Finding myself both
Aimlessly drifting and unequivocally struck
Chastising myself
For not staying still
For not moving on
This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken
Upon Waking
what we had
together
was but a pleasant dream
real
only while asleep
yet merely
a phantasm
upon waking
your perfume
forgotten
a nightly fancy
turned nightmare
the stark morning light
now
smells grim
upon waking
What Moves You?
What moves you?
What do you enjoy?
What do you wish existed?
What puts you into a state of flow?
What do you do for fun?
Focus your efforts there.
Money, fame and rewards may come.
How much is enough? Always more.
A fickle dream that can never be reached.
Thus, you will never be satisfied.
Instead, you should embrace the process.
Let your actions speak for themselves.
Let the art take center stage.
Open yourself to the muse.
Let it work through you.
Let it guide your hand and
Buttress you with self-imposed discipline.
Success is an internal state.
No level of external reward
Can replace your inner truth.
So have fun.
Lean into the projects that bring you joy.
Make your work another form of play.