These pages contain my thoughts, from meandering ideas and persuasions to deep cerebrations and serious mentations.
Why, for what purpose? To release my mind and set creativity free. Somewhere inside the constraints of my mind dwells a writer, a poet, an artist who paints with words. In here I release those constraints and set the artist free.
Perhaps, lost somewhere in the depths of thought, is a story or a poem, waiting to be written.
We seldom get snow in this part of VA but 8" arrived Thursday/Friday and another 2" last night. The only folks happy were the private snow plows and the driveway shovelers.
"It's Friday?" That was my first thought when I saw Weekly Goals in the Newsfeed. "Crap, I better go post my results," was my second.
I set a goal to blite at least twice a week on Monday, and luckily already had both written so I could post that I had achieved my goal. In fact, I was thinking about making a blog entry earlier, but I wasn't sure what to write about. So, while I pondered this I worked on a poem for Express It In Eight and was about to see if I could whip out a Flash Fiction entry.
Luckily, I scrolled through the Newsfeed and saw the Weekly Goal post that said it was Friday.
"FRIDAY!"
I just spent an entire day thinking it was Thursday. How does that happen? I should have known better. I just wrote a poem about time and life for Express It In Eight and then discovered I was off an entire day.
Like Leaves Floating
We're leaves in a river
It’s constantly flowing
Floating with current
Wherever it’s going
Ahead is uncharted
Memories of past
Living each day
Praying they last.
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