Pushing forward

Haven’t been in to visit my blog since last Sunday, when I was practicing a little bit of art. I was quite busy this past week returning to school, and I have also started working towards some new and old goals. Most of my writing this week has been self-help and goal setting. I carry a notebook around, keeping track of ideas, goals, questions. It has been quite effective in my overall outlook, and I’ve been rather productive this week. My morning and evening sports radio has been replaced by motivational/self-help CDs. I had several from years ago, and also purchased a couple of new ones. I plan to continue on this path, and make the changes necessary to accomplish all I’ve set my mind on.

Looking far ahead,
what shall be the outcome,
good intentions,
stacked high and covered in dust,
or shall dreams realized,
shine bright and true?

Day 3

Day 3 of waking up again and actually opening up my laptop and writing. Working on a couple of sonnets but the words to finish each one elude me. I can pull a haiku out, but that’s about it for right now. I also need to start working on my book again. But for now I shall continue with this morning ritual in the hopes of developing some good habits.

Early morning thoughts,
elusive and fast fleeting,
a blank slate remains.

Monkeys in my Head

Where do you write? When do you write? For me there is no set pattern, and perhaps that is my problem and the cause of my sporadic attempts at poetry or otherwise. My most recent attempts have been early in the morning. I usually wake up at 4:30, brush my teeth, grab a cup of coffee and sit down to write. I love the quiet still of the morning, and the occasional chirp of the bird outside. My mind is fresh and for the past couple of days I’ve been able to put a few words down. Not many, but it’s a start. As I write this, I’m sitting in Dunn Brother’s Coffee shop. No longer 4:30 in the morning. A different environment. 6:00PM on a Saturday. Small, but active town and a nice new coffee shop. The patrons are few, there’s light music, and the smell of the coffee is pleasing. If I was at home right now I wouldn’t be writing. I’d be wrestling with the kids, or working on some ‘to do’ list around the house. The coffee shop, although it doesn’t provide the quiet still of the morning, it seems to relax me. I can think, and I can write. Despite the people I don’t get distracted. No one talks to me, and I’m left alone. Alone with my laptop and my cup of hot tea. Some herbal blend, Mint something or another. The tea is ok.

So what about the ‘monkeys’ in my head? They made me write the previous paragraph. I wanted to start with the monkeys themselves, but they spewed out that random crap up top. You see the monkeys live inside my head and they are nothing more than the random thoughts which bounce around inside seeking to escape. They seem to drive me crazy if I don’t release them. I can’t be the only one who has these monkeys. Maybe you call them something else. But do you know the feel? A thought, or an idea which won’t rest or give you peace until it’s completed and slain in the real world? Poem. That’s what I’m thinking right now. Not sure where this rabbit trail has gone, but it’s time to find my way out.

Why did she walk in?
Auburn hair back in a braid,
Soft brown eyes sparkling.
Distracted from my writing,
Guess I’ll sit here and daydream.

Poetry Month Day 6

I’ve come to the realization I won’t be doing 30 poems in 30 days, so I find time where I can and try to write when I can. So here we are on Day 6, making random observations and putting them into some type of poem. My observations included the following nouns; cars, trees, coffee, dog, people. Colors; gray, blue, green, white, yellow, black. What’s happening outside; cars driving, wind blowing, rain.

So I put these observations into a couple of haikus and a tanka.

Cars travel slowly,
gray clouds clap for attention,
rain soaks the city.

Trees sway in the blow,
green filled branches wave wildly,
people seek shelter.

Yellow dog resting,
as his owner chats away,
coffee house patrons,
warming brews and pastry treats,
forgotten storm howls outside.