Finding the sparkle

I tried to welcome the potential of a new habit today that included, inclusion. Several hours have past yet I remain uncertain.

I did find many turns of phrase connected me to a faint inner light that I have been keeping distant. The poet community appears welcoming, the sharing not totally self-absorbed and an occasional stanza or poem was pregnant with discovery. Most of the work did not feel final but I could sense the revision in some , the striving, the quest for fulfillment and the pleasure of a good line.

Revised a decade after inception with more exacting references, the poem I shared seemed to reach for, and touch, a more visceral place than the others.  As the person owned by the words, the emotions and flow remained tangible. This pleased me.

I am drawn to narrative poems. The mix of metaphor and story that concludes with a better sense of knowing; a hope for timeless results - results that will sparkle in one's toes, mind and soul like a night sky contending with cloud cover.

Will gathering with others incentivize me or push me further away from what I know somewhere within is important for my being; I remain uncertain.

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
not
drinking water

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.

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)