A Trickle

Forced Blogging

2009-04-05T00:47:00.000-07:00

The idea of anything being forced just turns me inside out. Forcing oneself to write is a bit like forcing oneself to excercise, you can feel yourself rebelling. That amazes me because, I want to write, really and truely. Why it becomes such a battle seems to be because I have all kinds of blocks, like obstacles they put out during road work to keep you from taking an exit that only shoots out into space not really leading anywhere except to fall flat and die.

When I do constrain myself to the keyboard and "have at it", word by word, I feel some underlying current that suprisingly jumps out my fingers. It's a fantastic sensation, but it's word by word, sometimes character by character. When a genuine writing spurt comes along, it's a high that only a writer can experience. It's what you ache for and what keeps you spurred to hack out any little thing you can even faintly call writing.

I am determined to hammer, plunk, drone, and peck until something, someday, somehow manifests itself to be qualified to be published. I have no real idea what that item might be, a poem, a memoir, a short story, a novel, only writing it will tell.

change of season

2008-09-13T19:41:00.000-07:00

the winds blowin'
time's growin'
cold
old
I'm told

where to there,
who would care
it's not a dare,
throw your cards
fold

the leaves are dancin'
I'm fancyin'
live it while you can,
like a bear
bold

Down to the Last Drop

2008-08-21T18:06:00.000-07:00

Alack and alas........

Poor pathetic little bloggie. I can see that I've not really given my blog any attention. That's sad, one could get the impression that I'm not really interested in writing. Granted, I'm not a prolific writer, or prone to journal but, I do have my little spurts and sputters and have even recently written a poem with such title, "sputter" located in the poetry critique secion of Absolute Write.

Blogging seems to be the pulse of the world, one giant ball of syntax synapse. I feel like Pooh's little donkey friend, "Oh, my!"

Where to begin, what virtual thread of the giant ball could one possibly begin to unravel? And, why should one even bother? The immensity is overwhelming.

I'm pondering, it's muckish and I feel as though my fingers have become my feet sloshing through a little puddle of a brain with no great cause. To blog or not to blog has become a question.

Poetry is my vent. All I can do is think to post poetry until something else comes along. Bear with me, if you're even here at all.

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hung on a question
pretending
to end a thought

i follow the dot
the curve up
to the spot where
surveying
the sequence logic
is not

characters cued
and grammar all skewed
a simple slide down
back to zero ground

I Hurt!

2007-02-07T20:12:00.000-08:00

Whining is NOT becoming but, I am so whining! I recently joined the gym and, of course, I had to really push myself. I wanted to show myself that I was still able to do what I could when I was in my twenties. Since that was over 20 years ago, my body had another agenda. And, since I didn't listen to that little voice that kept trying to warn me, my muscles decided that they are not going to be happy sleeping all night long. I uuuch and ouch all over my body!

It's after 10pm and I've taken a couple of aspirin and hope this pain in my shoulders is not any kind of permanent damage that I've done to myself. We ate out at a Mexican restaurant hoping to get to bed early. Oh no..............that was not going to happen. We locked the car keys in the car! After the lock smith came and we paid him forty dollars a minute, then we headed home hoping for a reprieve. A hot bath is calling me!

I wish I could write more but my eyelids have decided that they are closing up shop. I need a bath after running two miles but I'm wondering if I could just wait until in the morning.

Falling asleep at the wheel....................................................

kid

shut in

2007-02-06T20:07:00.000-08:00

voices seep
through the cracks
like a winter wind
speaking
without faces
and I think
myself delirious
smiling
to have company

Poetry

2007-02-05T18:26:00.000-08:00

the farinheit of love

there is a brilliance
I am unable to explain

crisp white
so sharp it hurts

a crunching sound
and long glides

pastoral, bleak
a fantasy

Winter comforts
offering sleep

alone and awed
cold embraces

and I understand

AW Blogroll

2007-02-04T15:19:00.000-08:00

2007-02-02T20:00:00.000-08:00

Wishing for Visitors

2006-06-28T12:15:00.000-07:00

I get so caught up in the poetry workshops that I frequent, I never think about this little trickle. When I do come here, I'm lost as to the purpose of it's existence.

I don't want to post my poetry or photographs, I want to converse. I'm not interested in raw politics but I am interested in social issues. I have a more philosophical approach to looking at life. I enjoy thinking with a christian worldview and I am open to discussing anything.

It's time to have an OPEN HOUSE and invite the neighbors!

Hopefully, visitors will feel comfortable to come and stay awhile. If someone should 'pop in' while I'm away, please be patient with me. I will reply as soon as I have the administration team send my password for the 5th or 6th time!

In the meantime, relax, make yourself at home!

Appropriate Name For a Blog

2006-04-28T12:39:00.000-07:00

My poor blog is looking like a wet/dry weather creek. Growing up in the southwest, it was common that a creek wasn't a creek until it rained. Then, it was really a torrent. We waited until after the storm passed and the sun came out before we considered the creek safe enough to explore.

It hasn't been raining in my blog country, so there's very little to trickle through my postings. Besides, it's not fun to whoop it up by yourself. I much prefer doing my writing in public communities like Wild Poetry Forums and Absolute Write Forums. So...............if you're looking for me, as kdnxdr, that's where I'll be. See....................ya.

I've Been Away

2006-04-03T08:29:00.000-07:00

Acutally, truth be told, I just plain forgot that I even started this blog. I've attempted blogging once before but didn't get far. That's why I usually don't have pets.

Pets need constant care, even rock pets. I'm so fluttery, consistency has been a challenge. I think blogs die if they aren't contributed to on a frequent basis. They need attention. I admire people who can commit and attend to the needs of their blog.

Blogs seem to serve so many purposes. I think I would like to let the purpose of this blog develop itself, let it find it's own meaning for existence. Then, I am free to me and my blog is free to be itself and we can coexist and interact as a happening experience rather than force/coerce one another into participation.

It will be a kinda "Ohm" experience, my blog and I will become one with the universe. We will be open and transparent to existence.

We are now parting to pursue our individual state of being..................

It's like moving into a new house

2005-11-30T09:03:00.000-08:00

Helloooooooooooooooooo?

Yikes! Newness is so awesome! A bit overwhelming, emmotional. I want to cry or drink champagne or something.

I'm almost kinda scared to move, cause then the newness starts erroding and my skin will flake into this seemingly pristine environment and it all the excitement will settle into familiarity and my grunginess will start smudging the place and smells will start to collect and I'll settle in and start to be unhappy with all the newness there isn't. But, I'm here. And I haven't a clue what I'm here for.

I feel like I just moved out of my parent's home and the place is mine and I can do what ever I want!!! And, that scares me.

It's kinda lonely in here, just me and me and me and me........................

I think I'll hope for company, friends; I hope.

We'll there's not much in here, kinda sparse. The mat is out and the door is open.

Welcome to my humble blog!