A bipolar conflict
Spellbound and revolted by your
Paint rains from above
On brushes of sunlight
Pouring upon sepia forests
Awakening shades of life
Imprisoned by these chains for so long,
Wonderment kept beyond my reach,
On the outside looking in…
Resisting my shackles
Until they give way,
Collect Moments, Not Things
I collected great moments this past weekend and lots of them. Deep in the forest, on the shores of a peaceful little lake, I found love, laughter, camaraderie, serenity, silliness, beauty, and a whole lot of fun. I will cherish every memory I brought home from this past weekend. On the other hand, I also found sunburn and mosquito bites. I will be happy to forget those. Still, I’d be willing to turn redder or itch harder if I could go back and do it all again.
I also took pictures, a LOT of pictures. Writing is my passion. It always has been. However, photography is quickly becoming my favorite distraction. Believe me, I am no professional. I just love everything about it, from seeking my subject to finding my favorite shot of it when I’m done. They say a picture is worth 1,000 words. For a word nerd such as myself, there is a lot of allure in that.
Anyway, it was my intention to get back to the grind today. However, a deadline calls… that’s right, I have a deadline. That sounds like something real writers say! Instead of new poetry for the blog today, I am working on a couple of new pieces for a book. There will be lots more about that to come.
In the meantime, I thought I’d share a quick pic from my adventure.