September 8, 2012

I wrote a poem today. Granted, it is a poor excuse of a poem, but it is a piece of work. With some minor or major editing, it may actually turn into something worth reading. I won't throw it onto the ash heap quite yet. Another totally cool thing is that my poem 'Dreams' has been recognized and about to be published by The Rusty Nail. It was a feature on the website a couple days ago, and it should appear in the print version of the magazine very soon. Anytime an author (and yes, I consider myself an author) gets published, it is a thrill. For me, it is validation. No, I am not going to try make a living on writing. That has never been the focus. I write because it is therapeutic. I write because I love words. I write because I can. I may not do it well, but I do it. And I like it. And I am about to be published.
FF

September 6, 2012

It has been a very busy September so far. So busy, in fact, that my writing has taken a back seat. Even as I write this, I should be sleeping. I am constantly trying to come up with new poems, but I simply have had no time to put anything down. I will have to do some editing of my works in progress...that usually gets me going. But that won't happen tonight, or tomorrow night. Nope, simply no time. But on the bright side, I built a new computer today:). It is pretty smoking' fast. Not the fastest, but it is really quick. Tomorrow I finish installing core software on it, then I will take a snapshot in preparation for disaster recovery. Maybe a really fast new computer will help me churn out poems faster. Or not.
FF

September 3, 2012

And so, another summer ends. When we wake up in the morning, we will embark on a new school year...me at work and my kids attending. It has been a really good summer. The weather has been pretty good, I have golfed a fair bit, I have spent some real quality time with my family...yes, it has been good. And now, routine starts again. That's not a bad thing, because hopefully it also means a better routine of writing. Hopefully I can build up my repertoire of poems (is it a repertoire or a portfolio?). Inspiration is born of keeping the senses honed to the world around. Hopefully I will see it before it passes me by.
FF

Leap of Faith

Whoever would have thought I could write a poem about a night of fun on a trampoline.

For Mark and Nelena.

Perspective is changed

from the upside down

tumbling, spinning

nothing seems the same.

We strive for normal,

feet firmly planted

yet we power as high

as we think we can go.

We launch our bodies

towards the heavens

around we go, head over heels

only to fall back down.

We land softly on the springy form

and catch our breath,

amazed at what we saw

when we took our leap of faith.

September 1, 2012

Pretty soon another school year is launched. Many things about this excite me, one of them being the thought of winter. Yes, I actually like winter. I love snow, I love the sight of frost on the sleeping trees and on our chain link fence. I love the look of my breath as it hangs in the cold morning air. No, I am not quite ready to be there yet. I want to do some golfing first. And it's just too early still. But, winter approacheth. I am really excited about trying to be a poet in the winter. There is so much beauty to take for inspiration...I long to know what I will write. Soon, humble poet. Soon enough it will arrive. And you'll then look towards longer days and warmer sun. Ah yes...I love the seasonal change.
FF