Poetry Archive :: Exhale

Rhyming is becoming a bit of a millstone, and there’s a sense that my next bunch of micropoetry might ignore it all together. For now, of the two things written last week, this is the one I’m far more satisfied with.

This is the better descriptive work, and come closest to what I wanted to achieve.


Exhale

With each outward breath,
Exhale these sins: shortcomings
Removed, exorcised.

Allow stresses space
Leeching through skin: emerging
Stronger consciousness.

Let go of each doubt,
Weight shed, body lightening
Breathing, in and back.

Finally, relaxed
Truths will reveal: within you
Strength, courage exists.

Calm mantra creates
Coercive mind: empowered,
All is possible.


Poetry Archive :: Reflections

Last week I wrote poetry on Saturday night, and it was a HUGE success. Using a Spotify relaxation playlist as a prompt, two REALLY strong poems emerged after a couple of hours work, and this gave me all of Sunday to edit at leisure. On consideration, this is a decent way of improving craft going forward. Next week, therefore, I intend to write outside (and make the most of the Spring sunshine.)

I’m really pleased with this set of Haiku. It has a depth and breadth, plus covers the initial idea which inspired it: shining light on yourself, being capable of accepting faults and shortcomings, allowing means to improve and grow. I hope this new working arrangement brings more fruitful work in the weeks that follow.


Reflections

Prism, turning slow
Refracting intent: daylight
Pierces gloom within.

Corners enlightened
Dust blown, surface cleared, reset
Re-calibrate soul.

Look outside yourself
Redemption glitters; intent
Possibility.

Each second, strengthens
Internal belief: shifting
Impetus outwards.

This life, a mirror
Penance carried: salvation
Found in reflections.


Poetry Archive :: Time’s Up

One of the first real lessons learnt in my exercise journey was that the biggest obstacle to progress is not my body. It does not matter what weight, shape or physical restrictions might lay in place to hinder progress. If your brain decides that something is doable, mind over matter really can do the job. The biggest problem, inevitably, is allowing fear to eat away at enthusiasm or motivation. That meant that on Friday night mind pushed through fatigue, sore legs and lethargy to complete a bike ride, and it will propel me to the Gym across the weekend with the knowledge that each day spent rehabilitating my left arm is a day closer to me being stronger than I was before the accident.

Sometimes, to take control of destiny, it is necessary to have a long, serious chat with your own psyche.


Time’s Up

This is notice, hear
Change of tune: no longer can
Fear be accepted.

Pack your bags, depart
Quickly: presence offending
Sensibility.

Your time has ended
Shrunk, ignored: alteration,
Fundamental shift.

Thrall severed, broken
Ticking countdown: last seconds
Toward extinction.

Time’s up, consciousness:
Release the future: not yours
To hold to ransom.


Poetry Archive :: We Are Strong

An awful lot has changed in the last seven days. My arm has come forward in leaps and bounds (if that is an acceptable metaphor for an upper limb) to the point where I was able to do tiny press-ups yesterday. The long-term goal for fitness is to not worry so much about ability going forward but to become stronger in both body and mind. That one word is my ‘beautiful’: if I feel strong, anything is possible.

This week’s micropoetry, therefore, is dedicated to my own recovery and the prize of greater gains at the end of this rehabilitation period.


We Are Strong

Whatever may be placed ahead
To fill the mind with fear and dread:
Deep strength is found to overcome
Against all odds, each battle won.

There’ll come clear moments in this life
Where opportunity beats strife:
Grasp every chance to change your game,
Keep equilibrium maintained.

Hard fortress built around the fears
Protecting heart and soul for years:
Have courage, stand and break it down,
Elect new rulers, progress crowned.

Standing in these ruined remains
No longer shackled with own chains;
Turn right around to stare outside
Exorcise fright, let wisdom guide.

Become the architect of change,
Define redemption, now arrange:
Never forget, that We are Strong
Within this future, all belong.


Wondrous Stories

I only realised quite late in the week that I’ve not given any indication of what you can expect via Social media for April. The removal of Facebook and Instagram from my equation is still requiring a bit of work, and there’ll be some additions to the website as result starting on Monday. However, let us not look upon the negatives and concentrate on what is Coming Soon (TM)

#LookCloser#MoreFoolYou

For our #Narrating2018 and #Soundtracking2018, there’s a bit of a diversification of interest: 30 days of details (including the very small and extremely large) and a month of Comedy Songs because frankly there is not enough laughter in the World currently. We’re calling this Short Story Month because once the novel’s done, I’ll want a few weeks to let it rest before going back for a second, concerted edit. Therefore, there’ll be a couple of short stories started for a contest later in the year, alongside one for publication here AND the monthly Twitter story.

THRILLER

A woman goes to a Wiccan Faire in her local Sports Centre and askes an odd request of a seller she finds within… You can expect part one on April Fool’s Day, which in a rather odd clash of interests also takes place on Easter Sunday. There’ll be the normal selection of weekly poetry too, plus possibly some extras to boot.

Now, let’s get started on organising those images from Instagram…

Poetry Archive :: Reflections

Yet again, this poem ended up far more personal and revealing than was first planned. It’s odd how that happens, that the generic starting point almost inevitably sublimates into something far more subjective. In this case, this poem ended up being the final poke required to make some much needed change in my personal life. This week has become hugely significant, and I’m cautiously optimistic looking forward that the next few months will be hugely positive in terms of change.

It probably helps too that spring is coming.


Reflections

This critical look, mirror reflects my
Thousand tiny imperfections right back.
Harsh neon light, nothing for confidence
Exacerbating, inner fears attack.

However hard life gets, do not forget
Reality is larger than perceived.
Refractions merely part of complete whole
Perpetual truths much more than first believed.

There needs to be some time to look within
Constant desire to ponder, then define
Each change then slowly grasped and understood;
Gradual evolution over time.

Every instance offered will be taken
Fresh chance to reassess, refining still
Life a balancing act, seeking challenge
With focus on maintaining fortune’s thrill.

In the end, all I have is within me
Reflection’s gaze only real truth that’s known;
Let all that I am be the catalyst
Continuing consciousness nurtured, grown.


 

Dark City

Ooh hang on, I don’t have a March Content header, lemme go fix that…

Today is all about the things that stop me doing what needs to be done. Some writers would consider them as ‘inner demons’ but they have many names: procrastination, fear, Imposter Syndrome… and the list goes on. This week, I can’t focus on completing tasks, and am limping through the week on a day by day basis. Each morning, I slowly chip away at a rapidly decreasing list of Things to Do and if by Friday that means that half the month is planned, I will probably still not be satisfied.

You really are your harshest critic.

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If I use an exercise metaphor here, these are the days when you just have to do the miles. It becomes a rhythm, after a time, that is progressively easier to grasp. Call it muscle memory, simple familiarity in repetition, but the process of a daily blog post for many years has allowed the foundations of routine to grow from many different places, not simply with my writing. Putting in the words, even when you don’t want to, is not a waste of time if the next day you throw all that work away. Without the effort and impetus, nothing changes. It took me a while to grasp that intractable truth, but now I have it you can bet your life I am not letting go.

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I have this slogan on a favourite, battered green t-shirt, bought for me by my husband at a cycling show. It is the reminder to me that it does not matter how long something takes to do, as long as when I start it is finished. This is the impetus to complete the Novel, to keep chipping away at entering contests, to refine my poetry technique and try new stuff like the Aesthetic Haiku. If it’s worth the time to think and plan, then it is worth the effort to complete. This has also taught a separate lesson over time; knowing when to stop something when it isn’t working.

You cannot be an expert at everything, however hard you try.

I started the J Word project as a means to learn to draw. Three months in from that start point, I’m still no closer to that goal… and it won’t happen, despite people’s assertions that it could. Ability is not holding me back. The problem, such as it is, comes from knowing that to do this well I’d have to stop writing to do so. There are simply not enough hours in the day left with everything else, and so then I have to make a choice. If asked to choose between drawing and exercise, or writing and drawing, there will only be one winner in both cases. Exercise and writing are what matter most right now. However, there is no denying the importance of the strip as a creative outlet (and stress relief) and therefore it stays… but in a different format.

This is part of the miles that needs to be done right now, so I find a way.

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Therefore, I will limp my way through the week, celebrating the victories whenever they happen. Hopefully, by Friday I will be able to see the end to at least a couple of the long-term objectives on the table, and a sense of accomplishment as a result.

Whatever happens, the words will continue to make me stronger.