A Poet is a writer
An Artist
A Philosopher
He spends time writing
Reading
Imagining
Searching for words
Or a single word
It sounds so easy
So relaxing
It is not
It is a constant search
Filled with decisions
Stress, feelings of inadequacy
He works hard
To make his poetry rhythmical
And when he finishes a poem
He is totally drained
Like his wine glass
He is
Empty
~The Tennessee Poet~
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“Photography to me is catching a moment which is passing, and which is true.”
~Jacques-Henri Lartigue
The Coffee Mug, Elko, NV
The Steward, Butte
Flying A, Truckee
Thunderstorm, Montana
The Crystal, Elko
Loose in the Palouse
Clouds, Washington
Gus’s Lunch, Butte
Silo, Washington
“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.”
~ Marcel Proust
“We can wish upon a star and search for four-leaf clovers, but all our hope and wishes come from within our hearts. Never stop believing in yourself.”
~ Beckie Cutler ~
BC 2019
Quote Credits: Brainy Quotes and Me, Myself, and I.
Lately, life has been a flurry of activity, appointments, deadlines, and demands. I rush from task to task, hurrying to complete each item by its appointed deadline. I pivot, twist, change directions and comply with new requests, additional information, and tactical adjustments. Even my writing time has become one item to cross from my list, morphing and threatening to become more work than fun.
This is not acceptable. Time for a reset. Sunday is my rest day. Today I will take a break, breathe, and clear my schedule. No writing, no lists, no alarm clocks, no worries. A morning coffee, open space, a change of venue, and an opportunity to let my mind run wild. Today, it is dedicated to fun.
Do you remember why you started writing?
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Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer
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this love you found
it’s me through and through
it may be broken
but still my love
I give you me
it’s what I have
did I mislead your heart
with a look or promise
did I offer what I do not own
apologies for all I am not
thousand shapes of love ~ through a stairway to your core ~ spiral through the night —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
The Reluctant Poet 