creative writing – Page 2 – The Dynamics of Groove

#10

oh boy you’re so beautiful with the funny things you say your bright smile and how you like to be cozy how dynamic you are how you see the best ways to move forward how positive you are about possibility the calling you have that drives you the love in your heart that moves you…

#9

symptoms: constantly running in some respects a good thing constantly turning and thinking and speculating you try to hold it in your mind but it transforms into something else diagnosis: i see now that you have trouble being stationary do you feel as though you are carrying something you can’t get rid of? an invisible…

#8

dear mother goose who showed up at the spa today to give birth to eggs in the barren planter by the jacuzzi and to papa goose on the railing enclosing the spa and to the little rabbit who scampered by later: may i offer you some spa water? i hope you feel safe i hope…

#6

i don’t care who gets the ring who wears it who has the lamps and the cleaning supplies and don’t you know there are hearts now everywhere? like the kind that said hellooooo and after a long yawn and that the stuff is no longer here i don’t care split it a million ways and…

#5

more confused than angry more stuffed away than needing to speak more afraid of meaning than feeling more resentful than righteous more betrayed than mistrustful more disgusted than indulgent more agitated more disappointed more hurt more angry about the understanding than the experiencing such a fleeting moment it lingers longer than is comfortable then is…

#4

the stopped second hand on the clock still, flat water dancing light reflections feathers from a thousand pillows fall from the sky the night’s cold warmth opens its mystery

challenge

I started a couple challenges. One is a 30 day poetry challenge with the Escapery. Myself and other writers get a prompt a day to spark some inspiration for a raw, unedited, unfiltered poem. Ooh! My favorite kind to write! I don’t know why or how, but a couple years ago, I started this thing…

#2

plastic granite table filled with phat beats ridge around the edge cut up yourself up when you bump and try to fill this feast of plenty feast of a thousand songs playing in plentiful unison heartbreaking to soulful whisperers in the dark in the darkness you look better you can see you how a book…

my adventure

begins with a long road i picture myself lifted up floating i know i can do this now! and my vision pierces through light and dark like an arrow that doesn’t land there is no end

pay attention

to the way in which despite the cuts from endless sources the emerging growth an interruption of thought glimmers softly along your walk please pay close attention