Yesterday was characterized by some annoying tumult in my existence and I was therefore, regrettably, unable to publish for the first time since starting this project. That’s life for you. I don’t intend to elaborate so please feel welcome to fill in the blanks as you may. Was I perhaps pursued by a temperamental gang of disenfranchised wildebeest out for blood? Or… while hunting werewolves was I instead accosted by armored Land Sharks upon whom my silver bullets had little effect? You decide.
I haven’t been writing much poetry over the past couple weeks. It’s interesting how you need to be in the correct frame of mind to produce anything of value. There are in fact numerous different “frames” that would work but I’ve found myself irritatingly absent from all of them. Luckily, I have a small though dwindling store built up such that I can still dig something out to pester you with.
This is a concept I’ve touched upon before but I’m such a big fan of rigorous preparation that it’s worth bringing up more than once. There is a different flavor to this piece but its essential core remains unchanged.
Untitled, April 13, 2018.
The calm before the storm is real
First signs before starting with zeal
Sometimes you’re granted zero clues
But often etching’s there to use
Review the sky lines of your life
Prepare ahead to side-step strife
Keep your eyes open, watch for hints
In this there are no spectrum tints
Think ahead and you’ll discover
Most dilemmas now are covered.
I’ve been guilty many times of failing to heed the moral of the preceding words. That is how I’m qualified to speak to its importance.
The very best to you all as always! I wish everyone the warmest of regards and freshly baked cookies!
A broken mind held together by cellophane and some tack.