Life
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Feeling the Feels
Feelings are foreign to me; at least feelings over which I don’t have some sort of control.
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the poet’s irony
I try to write of love ~ but words ne’er flow
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Needful Things
we tell our kids – needs come first ~ but want calls oh so loudly
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fire and ice
spark to flame / kindled calefacation / solid ice to slogging slush.
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rough winds
These days, / we have better words
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countdown
lift-off? or mission aborted?
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Correlation?
graphs mean nothing now.
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armored
That suit gets heavy, you know.
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Sleeper, Awake.
I am currently calling us “Awake Ben” and “Sleeping Ben”, which (because I’m so clever, you know) works on a number of levels, both literally and figuratively.
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defying atrophy
look back at writings / thoughts of yore / and wonder where my / mind went.
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SoCW
So, it’s another day where my poetry fails to flow, but instead of retreating to the handy haiku, I’ve decided to free-write for half an hour and not allow myself any edits. I’ll even screen shot where it shows how many times I edit after saving my drafts just to prove it to myself and…
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Breathing; space.
Working through mental illness is not about being clever. ~ In fact, it’s the opposite of clever. Sometimes you have to stop thinking in order to ever think clearly again.
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publish or perish
there – my life in a nutshell.
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should be sleeping
though I really should be sleeping ~ leaking mind just keeps on seeping
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poison ivy
stepping in the poison ivy / i only felt the cool of green / it wasn’t ’til much later / that I felt its bite – so mean.
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mountaintop moments
from the foothills of the ~ or the deepest valley ~ the icy peaks seem… ~ romantic.
