All in Poetry
A baby’s first step is an enormously small thing. Unfortunately so are many of the things that hold us back.
Whether or not anyone is looking, it feels really good to try and commit to a personal project. So in an effort to work on consistently writing I have been combining minor journaling with poetry. This is another one of those.
I wrote this in a moment of intense emotion. I don’t feel like this now and I don’t feel like it all the time. I don’t think it’s hard to be me. But poetry is how I process the most intense negative emotions to get them out. Writing this really helped.
God doesn’t believe in art
The universe doesn’t believe in art
Art, like law, is a human institution
For those with limited views
Okay let’s do this let’s post consistently and make this quarantine worth something. Tuesdays and Thursdays, every week, indefinitely. That’s my goal.
Also I have a Patreon now if anyone would like to support me financially. There’s a Support Me Link at the bottom or an a link with the social media icons.
This first post is one of my favorite poems I have written so far. It is near and dear to me but please let me know what it means to you, even if that’s nothing at all.
I don’t think clothes define us. But I do think that we define ourselves with clothes.
I try so hard to mix it up, but it’s hard to escape the motif of your life at the time. Being obsessed with “new” made me realize how important it is to listen to “now”, and even to listen to “then”.
This is not the set up for a joke. I just have this weird affinity for Mary Poppins.