When there is despair slipping, like a sock under a heel, farther and farther down until a lump line presses into my foot, perspective by my directive, lifts pain out. Success with no regrets for not allowing those turmoils to self level. No more cowering in corners and showering my face with tears. My socks that slip, make good dust cloths.
There is a ripple floating free,
far away from where it wants to be
around smooth attitude stones
strewn about your path by efforts
sprung from being in a hurry.
There could be another way
of arranging the day, the dress,
the rest of all the stuff
you needed to be there, but you
are slow, tidy and precise.
The wind begins to move
closer to your smile, paper
cup, and deli oatmeal bar
dripping with your special mustard
mix of applesauce and cinnamon.
It could have been yesterday
or this afternoon. It could have
been now or flying away in a balloon,
as your measured and ruffled
thoughts jumble resolutions.
The next light signals
you to move forward again
with your brisk and brave,
determination for gladness.
The sidewalk celebrates you.
Selecting a free theme on Worldpress.com can be an interesting process. There’s an editor thing some of the themes require in order to work; and a logo link that brings you to the Fiverr website that will build you a logo that you can buy. The Fiverr website is fun, but I didn’t go far enough to learn what the fun would cost if I chose to buy a logo. I chose a free theme that looks nothing like what is actually showing up here. By far, it is thee best glitch I have experienced on WordPress because I love the simple design.
I am currently working on a poem. Since I began editing poems, no more first draft with tweeking, finishing a poem can take days, and now I learn, weeks.
This poetry blog is back on public setting after a horrible experience with adult ads. If it happens again, then I will move this blog to another website.
A theme that I want is one where I can share information about poetry. Instead of my poems only, have more content about poetry. On the average, this blog gets very low traffic. I’m all right with that. After over 8 years, I’m use to the quiet. There’s a lot of other blogs in the same traffic level category. Why some of them reach stardom, I have no idea. No advice on how to build an audience from me. I cannot see myself as a poet that recites in person, my own poems. I feel that I am also not alone with that. I believe there are a lot of poets that feel that same way. A poetry podcast, however, is on my mind. I have a small tape reorder I bought years ago to help me with course homework. I can practice using that, my phone or laptop. A big set up isn’t necessary for a small podcast. Adding an audio feature to my blog has been a thought for years.
I am glad for the rain. The watery damp matches my sorrow heart, provides me company, and adds belonging to the seasoning of life. If only my woes fit on a raindrop. Precipitation reads me, similar in our story of how we flow— Downpours obscure the strongest tears. Summer sprinkles, make a wet face sparkle. A blustery November wind can freeze heartache better than time will tell. I am glad for the rain.
M.Flannery October 2020 ~~~~~ Rain is the soulful blues of weather, changing lyrics with every storm that passes over. I like rain, in moderation, no flooding or harm done rain. Downpour, sprinkle, drizzle, rainfalls have personalities that can wake up creativity, bring it out of the blues, and, inspire us, if we pay attention.
a gathering of colors in textured embraces of alder, maple, and beech. leaves aplenty falling and flying are out of reach. Soup and socks fill my thoughts as rain drizzles and directs branches heavier with apples to bounce with a kindly wind.
M. Flannery October 2020
I hope you have the chance to get out and about to see the autumn colors. Stay well and safe