Richard’s beautiful Orange Tabby, who is never entirely sure I am okay. Tonight I agree with him because I seem to have acquired a toothache that is also a headache.
I returned my DirecTv equipment today, so I have cut the cord and sunk the satellite. The amount of television I watch is so minimal; I probably will never miss it.
I do recommend streaming Peaky Blinders, Good Omens, and The Expanse. I only finished Good Omens. On Audible, I loved The Sandman. If you gathered, I am a Neil Gaiman fan; you read clues well.
The poem so heavy with images was an experimental rewrite; I probably should post the original of Same. I am on my phone tonight without my computer because I have been spending some respite time with Richard. It will wait. I do not like poetry on mobile because it always inserts extra spaces when I write.
Prompt: Create something relating to a past time invested with lots of emotion.
Gratitudes: The day is closing. Nothing terrible happened. I figured out why my devices were not writing to SD cards. It was warmer. Memory can be a great escape.
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Writing is the thing that teaches us to understand the experience we cannot command or comprehend. Living is a riot, constant impressions, wild digressions, unbanished obsessions, mythic approximations, and passionate exhibitions.
Love is real, no poetic fairytale; it sometimes bites with destructive force. There are other times it breathes life back into a being near become a cold, bloodless corpse. Heedless, love carries headless need into ages where hearts aflame assuage the blame for falling again.
I. When what you most want Remains beyond ability You become adept Using CREATIVITY To fulfill some hopes and dreams.
II. I am not ideal But being real is enough For those loving me.
III. I have discovered The wild child passionate self Does exist still.
IV. I could sing you blue, Golden, or bright rainbow hues; I would disappear In the arrangement of notes, Unrecognized within you.
V. Love plays, tackling us, In fields where flowers obey Injunctions to fade; We are colors resisting What makes delight history.
Prompt: Create something showing how writing or art rescue from the forgetfulness of greedy insanity.
Thankfulness: No television to distract. Productiveness. Moleskine. Love. Creativity.
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