The Wabi-Sabi Writer

 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...

The Night Queensuspendsbeliefslikebulbshungin the hour of darknessHer high courtcleaves to clay cakedpromisesas the blood flowsthick like myrrh swirledin bitterrawcacao marrowher voicecarriesthrough the dank hollowsher laughtersnuffsall flameNaPoWriMo - Day 28 *Original Artwork - ©Jenni Astramowi...

blessed few walk a gilded path of fortune, famefree from regretcommon peopleplodabout the muckslippingslidingin the slimealong inner citystreetsseekinga soupkitchenof lifeone wonderswhere is the gratitudefor the sustenancehowever scantandblandListento them grumble and quetchas they hitrock bottom the spoon scrapes and scratchesan empty bowl NaPoWriMo - Day 27&nbs...

 I want to turn the pagehave space to breathethis ironyis not lost on meI want to go outside return to my soul sanctuaryand to a timelong agowhen I was heldtightin high regarda woman walks a dogon the street belowshe wears a masklike a chin strap to stop a tooth achenot a murderous mutantmicroorganismhow we foolsbend the ruleswearing a cockeyed crown of chrome-plated hubrisas if we are kings Pachamamais calling...

wilting white rosessit at my sidetheir redolencewafts over mewith wavesof sweetdecayI remember my grandmother'ssilver perfume compactembossedandemptyexcept the edgesstill cloakedwith cracked cream.rose, metal and ageswaddle togetherthe essencesa weathered womana newborn talctarnishhopeNaPoWriMo day ...

 Bless the pagewith a daily dose of lovesat the tablekissesinsistentnudge intentions asidelove is not donetry as you mayto move the page awayto be pulled backagainst my lipswetandopenkissesmake the ink runpages wrinkle and curlin the distanceseagullscryNaPoWriMo - Day ...

 Riding through the momentsreminds me of the rollersalong the coastmaking headwayagainst the headwindsstandingstompingstrugglingover the summitriding the life luge tucked and perched on a tiny top tubetop speed no brakesno breaksbrave the wobblesride it outNaPoWriMo Day ...

Sitting on my chaisesipping strong espressolast year's poets and writersspread across my lapThe city skyis a muddy greyof coastal cloudand exhaust from the weekI shouldstep across the thresholdinto the daybutall I want to doissitsipand stareat a two dimensional worldin my lap,out my ash stainedwindowsand that gloriousterrifyingmaze in my mindNaPoWriMo Day 22&nbs...

 If I could have a small tasteof the honeyed sap of hopeleft behindto rotin the cracked clay potafter the feastof our mother's saintswould I be satedor would the bilebitterandbitingdissolve my resolveleavingbehindonly a desiccatedpileof ashandboneNaPoWriMo Day ...

a near daily ritual to share , in atomic fragmentsspilling t across an endless wasteland we used to sit at the table in the far back, with tea and shortbread and paper and ink and laughterNow Pergolisi is shutteredStill our salons persist NaPoWriMo Day 20 Based on the prompt to to write a sij...

 How is it, that what was once coveted is now invisibleas if your hairless sagging sack has any precious gemsto offer.I offer my best insecurities for your tasting pleasure and watch you gag on your own spitOh how cruel it is - to rememberand in the same breathbe forgotten“Love? Sodding, bloody, tossing, bloody, sodding, bloody love? Irrelevant, superfluous, bloody, ruddy, rotten, sodding love? What ho? Wherefore? What the f*ck? Love?”a...

 step outinto the stormexposedskingoose-bumpedshiveringwith forgotten wantpull downpeltingswollendropsa silk slipsliding overfreckled shouldersclingingto curvesandstiffpointsIt has been so longsince I have beenseensoakingwetDo you RememberhowI dress myself in rainNaPoWriMo Day 18Inspired by the prompt to write a poem based on the title of one of the chapters from Susan G. Wooldridge’s Poemcrazy: Freeing Your Life with W...

the moonroseby any other nameblushes bigon the horizon's cheeklike a  libertine  lazing in post coital blissShattered crystalbeneathher webbed winter shoeseach stepechoingover nibs and tipsa bladeredwith wantglistening in her handHer voicetremblesandcracksas she cries outPlease come backdive downlowinto her depthsTake a ganderat the gilded bloomlain before you she sucksher mouthsoft and wetMake the sugarmeltyou knowthe...

 It has been a whilesince I have seen a smilenow hand sewn stylecovers our facekeep your placesix feet awayso we live another dayNaPoWriMo Day ...

I have misplaced my motivationbeneath a pileof unfoldedmoldedsheetsleft too longin a haphazard heapof half bakedhappenstancedistractionsI dig through all the randombullshitlooking for a singularnuggetof goldto inspire mepoetry pyrite in my palmNaPoWriMo Day ...

 Why countsheepwhen the endlessstarsspreadabove youlike a loverenveloping your smoothsleeplessnightslidingagainstyour mindlike skinsweat slickandglisteningNaPoWriMo Day ...

I keep companywith a mischievous  girl-boyas we walk past thosewhowaitfor roses we nibble on sweet stale breadlonging for a lateafternoon napwe sipcheapchampagnefrom crystal coupeswe speakwith the hushed voiceof a thousand tinybubblesburstat lastas the lastlightleavesthe city skyablazewe exhaleour nameNaPoWriMo Day ...

Here I am againin the frayedendsof a long tangled  messI made  wrinkled wives offer upwishesand toweringtalesto feast onwhile we watchfor the day'sdawnto crackwhile we waitfor the life'sspineto breakNaPoWriMo Day ...

 I willRespect you as a naturally creative, resourceful, and whole person.Be absolutely straight, honest, and authentic with you.To hold your agenda and well being as sacredProvide a safe space for you reveltry onnew perspectives without fear of failure or negative judgment  where your inner artist can come out and play (even have the occasional tantrum).To ask the important questions, invite and inspire creativity, and take...