Friday, April 3, 2015

No Idea

quote

Today's April Love 2015 prompt was "an inspiring quote".

That's one of my favorites. It's from Mary Oliver's poem 'The Summer Day'

It's been a favorite of mine for a while, but today it doesn't have me feeling inspired. Instead, depression is trying to get its hooks in me.

I wrote a short poem that I'm not sharing here. If I forced myself to post everything, I would likely freeze up and stop writing.

I am feeling like I want to give up on this daily poetry thing. I'm not feeling it.
I'm not sure what I'm feeling really.

I'm watching TV and making art to keep the negativity from taking over my head. At the moment that's the best I can do to take care of myself.

Thursday, April 2, 2015

Plans and a Poem

I may be taking on to much in April. I have such good intentions, and then I forget how easily I get overwhelmed and how bad my anxiety can get.
I need to remember to keep my balance and not try to do too much if I'm not feeling up to it.

These are some of my plans for April:

Plans

The first 5 were inspired by my friend Jim's blog post about choosing happiness.
#6 is from Susannah Conway's  April Love Challenge!!!
#7 and 9 are my own ideas
#8 is because of NaPoWriMo


Here is today's poem...

Overwhelmed

drowning in the overwhelm
drowning in my own fear

pulling me under again

paralyzed

there’s no treading water like this

pulling me under again

nothing last forever,
except this

So Long Ago...

Throwback Thursday from the early 70s
Me in the early 1970s at my grandmother's house.
I used to spend a lot of time there.
I'm holding a bag of goldfish crackers!
Oh man I used to love those!
My daughter is a big fan of them these days :)

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

April's Poem #1: This girl, lost

This girl, lost

This girl, lost
unsure.

Dancing circles,
are you dizzy yet?

Are you finished?

Don’t slow down,
you’ll remember.

This girl,
isn’t me.

They all said----
behind her back.

Don’t slow down,
don’t remember.

Dream or memory?
Too long past to know.

Don’t slow down.

Lost without a map,
two steps back.

Don’t remember.

This girl, lost.