Sunday, September 20, 2015

Organically Incompetent

a thirsting
that is unaware of itself lets me limber onward
naturally unknowing, successfully so

before me,  returning often
navigating by osmosis thus not at the wheel
nor oar nor rudder

the water to nourish is abundant
yet i thirst
as if it were salty
my veins welcome the surge
my brain remembers the high
a casualty
i will beg, steal, curse the creator
organically natural

shutting down
failing the task at hand
drinking water

Saturday, August 22, 2015

Connections: a measure of wellness

There are so many ways to create things responsively and beyond our comprehension that we often take too much for granted.  

The original picture was a captured on a walk to work via the local park. It was modified by an app on my mobile device called PicsArt within a few minutes of "poking" around the app. The variants are nearly unlimited; all could have looked interesting to someone. These particular outcome were a result of my curiosity and need for distraction and a team of talented people behind the construction of the app. I have yet to really do the research on the app, its functions and potential. As with many things this interaction leaves me in the shallows. I may never explore the app again nor get to know more of its workings. I got an immediate gratification leaving actual connections and next steps as TBD by ADHD because my world is full of scintillating and otherwise distractions. 

Many participate in this 'creative' process daily via this free photo editing and drawing apps and a unique social network of creatives. We humans are filling clouds with our distractions every minute. To what end? And how many knowingly using the tools we have access to. I can take pictures but I am not a photographer; I can edit but I an not an editor and so it goes in the shallows where many of us can do more without understanding.

The second re-creation includes a fly. This original pic taken moments after the first. I often find my self saying I wish I was a fly on wall for that discussion, decision or outcome so I cold understand it better. But do we ever really understand? I am not really an artist but today with an app I created art.

Monday, August 10, 2015

Future Tenses

Everyday poem ideas arise and then get lost in the busy. So today I quickly listed some titles that someday may find themselves a poem.

Ys (whys)

Tantrums and flies

Typos x 100 ugh

Untitled and other stray files

The company of women

I can see clearer now (and other delusions)

Quotable (or, when your bucket list has outcome dependencies and other future tenses)

Saturday, August 1, 2015

Slight chance of rain

I press my brow deep into hide 
                 & seek, eyes closed.

The yesterdays      whisper
        s o m e thing  of
                                 me. Of then, before, when
whiffs of wet dog, damp diapers, moon light 
               slivers, cracks                   in clouds

ME-more me.

Who did you say was coming? 

Tomorrow           slight chance of rain. 
Take my umbrella. Jump the puddles. 
          Take care not to get 
                             washed away,   gone.
        welcomes crickets & katydids
        sounds full, the possible   chance.
                              Any. You can
                              come back.

Tomorrow. Yes, I think I would like that.
                     Come.  See.  Me. 
                     slight chance            tears
puddles, will hold the reflection.

Note: Wallingford Public Library workshop lead by Lori Desanti. Prompt writing: use a memory.