you have up to 300 words. what will you say?Before technology trampled its loud elephant feet all over my quiet world... How many other people heard a robin sing in mid-April and reflected that it sounded just like running water?
Sometimes I feel like I have this insatiable desire to do something creative.
And I don't know if it's creative with my words or with my ideas or with my body, but that last one.
The body one.
That's the one I can rely on the most.
(more) I get this feeling. I have it now.
It comes upon me like a slow boiling up into my belly. Starts in my toes and moves up through both legs into my pelvis and up through my hands and head and sometimes,
...sometimes nothing comes of it.
Sometimes I feel this feeling,
if you can call it that.
This feeling that I should, no...MUST release this.
I go for the pen but can think of nothing to write.
My thoughts are rushing and racing yet, blank and blurred all at the same goddamn time.
So then I look to my drawing pad.
Seeking inspiration from a song or a poem or even something as simple as a name to draw up and release this feeling. But again.
And then there it is. My body.
One entity so organic and me and I don't have to think I just have to do.
To have the pleasure that can't be afforded to me through any amount of stimulating technology.
I feel around and I search and plead for this feeling to be released and I know.
Oh yes, I know.
I know that in a one-two-three circular stroke of my delicate practiced fingers I can have the relief and go on with my day and I don't have to think or try.
Feel with my body, since my mind and my heart can't connect.
Only my body will do me good.
Only my body can feel. (less)
That familiar churning in my stomach says that the new year won't be any different from the last. I'd consider letting go, but these days there's so little I control that it would be an empty gesture. I guess I'll just wrap the fear around me like a blanket.
you have up to 300 words. what will you say?are you going to drink champagne? i don't have a television.
roses are red violets are blue sugar is sweet and so are you.
red white and blue, i'm the one for you. if you want more you'll
have to buy my(more) book of poetry.more material for what, now i'm
getting suspicious. all credit goes to eric christopher - "Love
Poems, the Book of Love Poetry."(less)