At the end of the week, when I write this post, I often look back at the poems that I’ve written over the past several days and feel detached from them. Inside me I feel this sense of wonder.
Where did they come from?
Did I actually write these?
Of course, I remember writing them, and I remember where I was when the ideas came to me. I remember working through the wording. But this often happens in the middle of a day.
I’ll be riding my bike to work, or backing my car into a parking space, or stepping out of the shower, or seeing something from a window, and some fragment of a poem will come to me.
I don’t sit down at a certain time and write every day. I don’t toil over them. Even when I get stuck, I just leave them unfinished and try again for five or ten minutes on another day, in the midst of everything else that is going on—feeding the baby, picking the eldest up from soccer, hurrying to my second job, washing the dishes, folding the laundry, fielding a sudden call, etc.
And so when I take a moment to see what I’ve actually produced, it’s often surprising to me.
This week, the themes feel slightly dark. Why is that? Am I dealing with something subconsciously? Is there something going on in the world around me that I’m picking up on?
I don’t know.
Creating is such a mysterious process.
In the end, the stencil is often as much, if not more of a piece of art than the print.
fresh flowers on the roadside
near a bent guardrail.
and we’d all be happy if
life were a movie.
in memory of you, whom
I once longed to keep.
small drops returning to the sea
with talk of mountains?
stretching from my feet into
this beautiful night.
to get something in return,
I received nothing.
you let go of my hand and
smile at another.
Your poems are lovely and touching as they capture the the beauty of nature, emotions and the essence of life.
Pain is a dark part of our beings, so I understand why you see the week's prompt as such. Beautifully written. 🙂
I’m glad to hear that you think so. Thank you.
Although you say that they are loose poems, there is a line of life that unites them and leaves moments of reflection of those daily experiences that leave small traces, like when you expected to receive something in return and received nothing. I didn't see that darkness you mentioned. Thanks for sharing.
That’s good to hear that you don’t pick up on the darkness. Perhaps it’s just me, reacting to certain lines and the way they connect to different memories and observations.
Thank you for commenting. 😊
Creating is indeed a mysterious process, truly after writing some poems I keep asking, where did this inspiration come from? And then I realize maybe my day prompted it or something I experienced over the week or something somewhere.
It is just beautiful to create something magical at the end of the day.
Bit more. It's because it feels as though they're speaking to me of my life and experience(s)
:)
That’s interesting. Maybe I’m channeling you in some way. 😉
Here are seven more for your reading entertainment.
https://hive.blog/hive-161465/@boxcarblue/a-touch-of-whiskey
I am a Jung worshipper :)
"Collective Unconscious" but there's more... to follow... because science now too ;)
Thank you for the guidance <3
I was fascinated by Jung when I was younger but never really learned much about him. The idea of a collective unconscious was and still is very appealing to me.
I haven’t thought much about him in years, but every so often his ideas of the shadow pop up in my daily life here and there. I enjoyed the video you posted in the comment of another post.
It was very relevant to an issue that I had with a neighbor last week.
It's pretty much all that, in my experience.
I don't know why we don't talk about his work more. This guy though!
Every time I have an experience that confirms his stuff I just wonder HOW he "got" this so way back and on his own mostly! The forerunner. I mean... how on earth did he figure this out?!
I do know he had an extended nervous breakdown over a five year period and withdrew from society. Perhaps it's when we spend a long time alone that we really get to know ourselves... and that makes it easier to separate "us" from "the other".
I do know... now after spending four years isolated mostly... I can see my stuff and other peoples stuff more easily.
It's pretty tiring some days tbh. I actually prefer more solitude now. It's far more peaceful! :D
But, of course, it depends entirely on the company.
Not many people have done Shadow work though :/ And most don't want to because it's frightening.
My husband to be said I would probably not find another match after this experience. He was very switched on. The most intelligent human I've met. Honestly. In some ways ;) In the ways of people. Yeah. He knows people. He taught me a lot!
I laughed at him back then. But... now I understand what he was trying to say now. About many things. He was right :D
So maybe not a life partner... it'd be hard now. After how far down the rabbit hole I went. Er... I went a bit far actually. It took me three years to come back from it, in fact. That far!
But... anyone who is open to heading down the rabbit hole really is the same as me. And so he was also not right :) Because here you are! See?
I want to put you on my website, btw. You poems - with a link back to your profile here. May I? No sweat if not. It's more to give back some of the love I've received around here so
You posed the million dollar question I often ask myself as well -- Where do all these lines come from? We clearly are the vessel and the fortunate ones to experience this particular art of creation.
Indeed 😊
No. 6 reveals such a deep lesson when it comes to experiencing life in this 3D realm. You managed to "squeeze" it in, in a very subtle way.
It’s strange, isn’t it? I often feel like if one just lets go and relaxes, these things, whether they’re words, images, ideas, etc will just come.
Sometimes creating seems to be more about clearing the things that are getting in the way of receiving than actually working to make something.
Yeah, so true. We can be our worst enemy. Getting out of our own way enables us to bathe in the sea of unlimited creativity.
Words sprout as a source of living water, they are an escape from the daily storms who embrace us in a daily routine of sorrows and happiness. Some verses are made unconsciously to free us and release the chains of the soul that imprison.
Beautiful verses of experiences of a routine that need to get out. Very good job.
Thanks for sharing.
Good day.
That’s an interesting way to think about it. Thanks.
How strong the last lines, but certainly more impressive are these verses:
I really liked them. I think that the way you write poetry is the best way to do it, because it comes out in a natural and unforced way, and that's how it feels when you read. Greetings.
I’m glad that you can sense that when you read my poems.
Everyone has a different way to write. I’ve had quite a few over the years. This works for me now.
I love your poems.
The end.
❤️