Twenty-five mornings in a row — that discipline showing up in the writing itself, all that coiled energy. The Gérôme painting as a recurring thread across centuries of this exact anger is such a precise and devastating choice.
Thank you for reading, David. Thirty-one days today. Now to find that same discipline to work on my novel. That painting has been in my mind nearly every day for more than a decade. Devastating choice - thank you for that.
Thank you, Anne. It's been a blessing to have this container and accountability. I think I thought I'd forgotten how to write poems. So relieved to know that I haven't.
Continue speaking your truth in the form of poems you write. Perhaps we can write our way out of this darkness while also documenting what is happening in this world gone mad.
I had no idea you were writing poetry! Very strong poem and hard to look away from disasters all around us. I too began writing poems again two years ago after two decades of not. A poet friend invited me to write tanka with her every day for thirty days. Then it turned into a video poem and now a book, Words of Summer. Writing is life saving isn’t it … love your writing in Laura’s class too!
Yes.
Twenty-five mornings in a row — that discipline showing up in the writing itself, all that coiled energy. The Gérôme painting as a recurring thread across centuries of this exact anger is such a precise and devastating choice.
Thank you for reading, David. Thirty-one days today. Now to find that same discipline to work on my novel. That painting has been in my mind nearly every day for more than a decade. Devastating choice - thank you for that.
Love that you are writing during the hiatus and that the rage is rising in these powerful words, these beautiful poems.
Thank you, Anne. It's been a blessing to have this container and accountability. I think I thought I'd forgotten how to write poems. So relieved to know that I haven't.
Oh Yes!!
THIS IS THE WAY
Thank you, friend. 🫶
Be the light in this time of darkness.
Continue speaking your truth in the form of poems you write. Perhaps we can write our way out of this darkness while also documenting what is happening in this world gone mad.
Thank you, Christine - that's the hope. Phew, we need the light.
Thank you, as always. You know how to say it.
Thank you, friend. It’s one way, anyway.
So powerful, raw, and beautiful. Justified anger. 💕
Thank you, Christine. So hard to know what to do with all of this anger most days.
Keep it going dear Kelly. This is powerful and we need to put that rage somewhere that doesn't eat away at us.
Thank you, dear Lu. Love you, friend. Running out of places to put it, that's for sure.
I had no idea you were writing poetry! Very strong poem and hard to look away from disasters all around us. I too began writing poems again two years ago after two decades of not. A poet friend invited me to write tanka with her every day for thirty days. Then it turned into a video poem and now a book, Words of Summer. Writing is life saving isn’t it … love your writing in Laura’s class too!
Thanks, Jennifer! A video poem and a book, that’s wonderful. Writing is the buoy keeping me afloat in these tumultuous times.
Yes indeedy
This left me covered with goosebumps at the end. Thanks for writing.
Thank you for reading! ❤️
You are amaze-balls. It is an honor to write with you!
The feeling is so very mutual! 💕