Here I am trying to write
something nice, satisfying, fulfilling
But the mind draws a blank
The masters advise- Write now! There is no particular time
No stars will align, nor an auspicious moment
No bells will ring
So I scribble and tap hard
The words align and I struggle for inspiration
Do those last confounding words have to rhyme? Irrelevant.
The mind and heart must work
with memory and imagination
cook, spin, concoct, stir
churn rubbish, gold, slur, gems
hustle till in arrives, shines, glows, rises.
Staring at books I couldn’t read
A desperate resolve to learn spikes
Looking for words that work
Some work. Some resist.
Work the words
Wondering now if I can write. Try.
A distraction pings
A task at hand
Like a baby’s grip
says ‘Write now’
But I am not trained to.
My profession is the graphic kind
But if a larger thought has to… become,
Then it must be shared with others
To collaborate with
So it can see the light and might
Nothing stays. All thoughts are butterflies
Flitting from shoulder to eyebrow
of all thinkers.
So write now
else its all a daze
And we are just dreamers who take instructions…
From those who write now.
Block the world out,
Break a rule, flout
Go rummaging for that book
Read a page without context
Sleep, dream, forget it
Chat without a hook
Nurse a drink slowly
really ~ slow ~ down
Scribble about nothing
Feel grass between your toes
Slowly as it goes
super | slow
Everyone is rushing for nothing
So nothing to lose
\ Pace \ down \
A clown in a corner entertains
For? for nothing
Quite • comfort
Close your eyes hard
Now open, and wish for nothing
New things will come
Go for blank.
Stare : pointlessly
At the blue of a clear sky, the green of a new leaf, red of wine, a dog sleeping
Make your own story
Without ~ glory
In the best interest for the idea
A butterfly in a rainbow soaks the violet hue
Sun lit the greens and grass holds the due.
‘Serve up the cookies with jam and tea’
Said a rude rabbit hyper-actively.
‘We’ve waited a while for a beautiful day’
The horses neighed, all ready to play.
It was time for music and naturally,
Birds of paradise hummed whimsically,
‘Summon the flowers for a symphony
We’ll add the rhythm and harmony.’
Chameleons and snails took their time,
On a day like this, to hurry was a crime.
The caterpillar volunteered emphatically…
he took the dahlias to drum the leaves.
Its hollow stems made pretty good flutes,
The owls added with regular hoots,
Calla lilies made excellent trumpets,
thought the toads with bulbous throats.
The wicked cricket was watching this all,
Liked ruining parties; it was his call.
He landed in the midst with his Oleander helicopter,
‘All happy and celebrations and jubilations and songs,
Won’t last the day with ever-changing weather.’
In chorus, the ladybirds had to retort,
‘Go away you blasted spoilsport.’
They were backed by the flighty sparrow-
‘Nothing lasts forever we know.’
Hurricane tomorrow or rain or snow,
The earth has changed in a small duration,
We are these life forms on a similar probation!
met my class mates at the school reunion after 16 years. I could cry just thinking about the way we were back then- scampering through the corridors all through our formative years. Apart from the paunch, mustaches and showing scalp, we’re still the same. Here’s to last night-
ride the time machine with me
we were the loud wilder lot
and still are- jeez what a racket we made
and we made each other back then
we swapped cards, talked shop
or just recalled ourselves
its like having found
pieces of ourselves
take my best wishes
give me that smile
it takes me to higher ground
you are a part of me
that floats away, but never broken away
let our hearts meet, hold me tight
Now get out there and shine
I’m listening to ‘Everything’ by Michael Buble here. When the chorus plays, I’m thinking of the Xavierians of ’91.