Paper Follies ~ A Bit of Whimsy

Stop. Breathe.

Writing on Not Writing

~Jack Myers

I can feel my ship about to come in.

A white ship in a snowstorm

moving in.

 

The ship is made of gulls

huddled together

in the shape of a ship.

 

When it arrives, they will fly out into the storm,

leaving a space inside it

clear as reason.

 

I can tell there's going to be a blizzard

of being somewhere else

any minute

 

because of time's noise eating itself up

that is the noise of listening

that looks like a seething, florid whiteout of wings.

 

{I miss you. I miss me. I miss this.}

 

{blossoming}

 

{every day is an opportunity to blossom}

{i am here}

 

{i am here and i will remain true to who i am}

{i am here and i will not be detoured into unhappiness by others who are unhappy}

{i am here and i will be confident in my abilities}

{i am here and i will not be wrangled into games of the head by others who can only play}

i am here and i strive to be:

honest

loyal

fair

loving

lighthearted

serious

hopeful

kind

quirky

in motion

dreamy

{i am here and i will remain true to who i want to be}

{moments of clarity?}

 

{note 1: i really thought i would blog every day in july. i think i might be a committment-phob. its just not for me. i don't want to post just because i said i would. there is something very organic about this whole process and a post a day, as much as i WANT to be able to do it, just doesn't exist in the heart of who i am, how i process life. so...}

{note 2: i am wondering if blogging is really for me. i love that it is a space where i can share my thinking, my wanderings, my highs and lows. but there's something in me that WANTS to have comments and friendships that i read about in Artful Blogging and feels competitive. hmph. i don't like that part of me. i keep trying to banish her ~ she keeps coming back ~ kind of like that creepy chick in The Ring movies ~ you know the drippy, wet, slimy girl that comes through the t.v.?

note 2 1/2: i LOVE the folks that come by...LOOOVEEE you, but i love visiting you just as much. maybe i'm just meant to be a commenter?}

{note 3: i think, perhaps, my blog is a little unfocused. i keep thinking that structure is the key. that if only i kept to a structure for each day of the week, i would be better (?) at this ~ "go away creepy girl" ~ see i just can't seem to get her to go away.}

{question: your thoughts? your experiences? please, please i want to hear from you...if you're out there}

 

and a poem, for creepy girl:

Dilemma

I want to be

     famous

so I can be

     humble

about being

     famous.

What good is my

     humility

when I am

     stuck

in this

     obscurity?

          ~David Budbill