It is difficult for me to believe this is my 65th blog post in as many days - if I channeled this much focus and dedication to other areas of my life (nutrition, vitamins, sleeping, walking, reading, interpersonal relations, etc.), I'd be a different person (thinner, healthier, more-rested, wiser, connected, etc... :-) As it is, I *am* a different person, after these over-two-months-of-public-journaling - with my life circumstances these days, I am rarely alone... and this daily exercise has provided me an outlet for solitude, serenity and self-analysis. I've said this before, but I reiterate... I really don't care if anyone else is reading my posts - just having/making the opportunity to write them is enough. As Dar sings in the title song, "oh how I loved everybody else when I finally got to talk so much about myself" - re-filling my well through this literary exercise has helped take the edge off the world for me, which I desperately needed...BOOK: Writing For Emotional Balance: A Guided Journal To Help You Manage Overwhelming Emotions by Beth Jacobs
POEM: While Writing by Noelle Kocot
POEM: While Writing by Noelle Kocot
Someone inside says, "Get busy."
But I've got appointments to keep,
I have an abstemious love of equations calculated quickly
While the tepid day melts into design.
But I've got appointments to keep,
I have an abstemious love of equations calculated quickly
While the tepid day melts into design.
And the high cheekbones of the beautiful life
Bear the loose look of a calendar by lamplight.
I search for patterns in everything.
I am tied in knots of comprehension.
Bear the loose look of a calendar by lamplight.
I search for patterns in everything.
I am tied in knots of comprehension.
I think, how useful it might be
To pierce all the hands of the earth
With an oath of pins encircling snarling planets
But talent and shallowness sewn together
To pierce all the hands of the earth
With an oath of pins encircling snarling planets
But talent and shallowness sewn together
Is nothing but a kerchief tied around a survivalist's head,
And it helps to know the feet wriggling through a hole
In the universe will land for an instant
Upon the cushions of the dark,
And it helps to know the feet wriggling through a hole
In the universe will land for an instant
Upon the cushions of the dark,
And that after marching one doozy of a kilometer after another,
We each come upon the same poem scribbled in invisible ink
Taped to the door of a room
In which an austere justice is burning for us.
We each come upon the same poem scribbled in invisible ink
Taped to the door of a room
In which an austere justice is burning for us.
QUOTE: "Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results."
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