The Wabi-Sabi Writer

Where are the wordsthat frolicked in my mind's recessduring the late afternoonwhere are the wordsthat flowedfrom my lipslined with laughter's scarsWhere are the wordsthat freedmy aching spiritfrom the shacklesof insufferable promiseswhere are the wordsthat callmehomeOctPoWriMo 21  Day ...

I quittrying to understandwhy I startedhow to stopbut then I pausea momentary phaseof non-doingnot stoppingforeverjustfornowand herein the quietin the cold airin my quivering mindspaceto askis nowthe timetogiveupgiveoutgiveinor simply to keep going until there is an edge visible on the pageon the horizona place to clingfingers tremblingto hanghopes draping over the dayincrochetedmemoriesacrosslong emptylapsOctPoWriMo...

 One wonderswhat is worsethe viewor the sightfront facinghead ona speeding traina glistening gun barrela dive into the unknownlooking backhindsightlessons learnedswarming regrets the haunting the enticingmemoriesof better or worsetimesover one'sshoulderthe last glanceadjust the dialhashmark precisiontake aimfireOctPoWriMo 21  Day ...

 old womanholdmy handshe opens deep within  offerings the winterbranchsee it growsnew leavesforeverbecomingthe treeI let goa bent branchgrowing gloriousfrom the treeI can seethe skyabove the branchesOctPoWriMo 21  Day ...

 one trip around the sunagoI stood teeteringon the edgelistening to the trickle of possibilitieslike pebblestumbling downthe cliffsidetowardsthe mysterious valley belowIt has always been my wayto step backinto familiar footinghowever root ridden it isalmost assuredlyI will tripbut at least the grounds kissis quickerbut for some strange reasonI dovedeepdownoff the crumbling precipiceinto the cavernous spaceof...

 Azurewarm wavesthey whisper softlytides pulling me backhomeOctPoWriMo 21  Day 6Prompt to use Elfje Poet...

I plan my ascentwith threeintentionsa triple knottied tightarounda towering treeWill I make itto the topof my day?intentionsbloommantrasRepeated and writtenin breath and inkacross my mind spacewordswithoutmeaninglike echoesin unfamiliar alleysstartleand soonI lose my bearingutteranceswithout purposebecomewhite noisehissinglike snakes in shadowsa gas leakwarning to be heededcatchyourbreathandaskWhat do I really need?meanwhilean insistent tabbyruns...

Autumn is Summerhere in The Cityfor monthsWe wait wrappedin fleeceandfoguntil the heatlays upon uslike a long lost loverfeel the weighttake our breath awaywe are slickin sweet sweatGirls in short skirtscast long shadowson the crowded sidewalksnights are a buzzwith revelers drunk in the delusionthat this will lastAlasweare like firefliesin fields of damp grassTrustingWe still have timeComeNowWatchthe sun setin crimson screamsacross...

Sand speaksJourney nowwith the ancient onesSeek the onethe one who holds your storieslike smooth stonesfor safe keepingsleek obsidianso many stones in her creased cupped handsthey slip into the net of her robesshe smiles keep goingI can hold morethe men dancetheir feetstained crimsonfrom clay and bloodas the drum pounds calling all forward to the firethey keep their distancefaceless in the shadowsuntil I seemy fatherand his fatherand...

Seek beneath the surfaceto where my seedpodrests nestleddeepbetweensagaciousfoldssafe and soundOne wonderswhenifa salacious opportunitywill piercemy hesitationlong hung tautlike a novitiatehymensharplike a single use syringe pressingagainst stippled skin a silver slithering subcutaneousstabbingserpentit speaksof salubriouspromisethe sentient needle shiversinsideand at lastI surrenderOctPoWriMo 21  Day...

 the waywidens with well intended weedsflattened by footfalland memoriesbeneath the crisp clayof time'sgreyinglike the silver streaksI now sharewith my mother'smotherwe call this blazewisdomand we are wiser for itfor we know the waywith its course  curlinground rootsand over rockstowards a once ineffablenow unavoidableprecipice So I pause hereand behappyfor this momentis my lifeOctPoWriMo 21  Day...

 Fall into WinterJoin me for this season of words...An exploration of all that is authentic by acknowledging three simple realities: nothing lasts, nothing is finished, and nothing is perfect Poetic explorations and Prosaic Musings(Feedback is welcome, kindness is appreciated)   October Poetry Writing Month - October 2021National Novel Writing Month - November 2021Image courtesy Photo by Kristian Seedorff...

 And so this time has come to its end... 30 poems in 30 daysOften a weehalf-baked, half-assed - nay half-heartedOccasionally a weewitlessa drop desultory - naydevil-may-careeven on the odd daya weewith hubris humbling happenstance- nayblock, blame or shameObviously, a weedebt, doubt and damnationnaynot worth every single secondThank you for joining me on my poetic exploration of  all that is authentic by acknowledging...

Come sitwith melet thoughtslandon leavesfloatingdownstreamCome hearthe omin the humming gurgleas water windsandswirlseddiesover and around stone and shoreCome breathein the sweet damp mossdark life teeming soilthis momentlike memories of chocolate cakestill warm from our grandmother's ovenandlazy afternoonsstill warm from the late summer suncall us homeNaPoWriMo Day 30 Original Photo - © Jenni Astramowicz 20...

The workis showing upnow in this timewith questions and chancesin towdive deepinto the voidof avoided placesthis place, this life, this space, this worldis richer thanany can understandskip and stepstonesovermemorieshiddensearch and seekan infinite loopof lessons learnedpick up the piecesgather stack and pileit is your lifesoukall the sundryspicesgemsand garbageit is your life'sworkto sort throughand somehownot get lostin the...