To Live

A Zen feeling swept over me today. Maybe it’s the sun shining, maybe it’s a dear friend musing about a romantic encounter that left her speechless and smiling, maybe it’s the Kerouac article I read, maybe it’s just my amorian insides begging to be tended to. I have been distracted of late, lethargic, listless, and depressive even (I am starting to see a trend in my grown-up self, egads!). And then, out of nowhere, this feeling. Fundamentally, I am an optimist. The fibers of my being are woven together with love and kindness. I am prone to the sunny side of things despite the evil intentions of things like social media and negative humans who darken my way. I am, in every way, every word of this verse. I, in every way, hope these very sentiments for my people and their people and so on and so forth. Today I am feeling the full force of collected wisdom and peace. I hope, in some small way, you do too from my sappy little poem.

Mid-week sanguinity at its finest!

There are always reasons to smile in the face of any kind of adversity. In mine, I wrote this poem. And in mine, I look to the end of the week where rock ‘n’ roll will save whatever sanity I have left from this work week. July Talk for Halifax Pop Explosion with my best bud. These, the things I cling to when I’m feeling defeated!

So, the poem:

To Live

let us ponder the fertile wisdom

of the wild rucksack revolution

who wander to bless those in their

path with kindness and compassion

let us consider the brave notions while

we thumb the rules of spontaneous prose

studied by the platoon of bodhisattvas for

the sole purpose of learning to dream out loud

let us rejoice writing with fever and truth

to allow our deepest flaws to draw great love

commandeer the sacredness of a moment

and indulge in the existence of breathing freely

let us know sadness on the inside and out

reacquaint our true selves with the excitement

a spray of stars are noble companions in silence

building our perfect shadow on a sunrise mountain

let us desire the potent will to live as a whole poem

as a whole person poised to serve with intention

for the world, the universe, the Heavens, for ourselves

**

I meet you here, in the middle of the week, in a new Canada, with well wishes.

Broken crayons still color.

In propinquity,

Nic

Things That Have Sharp Edges

Things That Have Sharp Edges

the harlequin inside of you cannot soften things that have hard edges

your pointed collar, your puffed chest, your servant character unable

to dull the ends even with one hundred inclinations of body language

things that have sharp edges are not as eager to entertain as you are

they don’t let you fall in love handsome faces or dance around in time

things that have sharp edges strain you into odd shapes headlong into

distilled regret burnished by bad hands, drunk processions, sad enemies

improbable is a gracious response from the things that have sharp edges

the things that leave you hungry for details and for the greatest escape

the heart inside of you cannot ease the disorder of my trenchant story

the things that have sharp edges are deceptively casual and cut in deep

the singular purpose of my long inner monologue is to not accept the truth

things that have sharp edges are revelatory

even the unspecified parts of you recognize

 **

Trying to keep my noodle working by writing poetry.  I tweaked this while loading my iPod, doing laundry ans nursing a beer, relief from the muggy weather.  I was given a writing prompt, make a list of things that have sharp edges.  I didn't feel like making a list so I did what I usually do when I break the rules, I write a poem.

I was listening to Serena Ryder but switched to my favorite Canadian band, July Talk.  Check them out below if you don't know them yet.  They are AMAZING live.  

In propinquity,

Nic