Are We There Yet? · 2 July 2007
Those that were hoping (or fearing) that the review of Before & After may presage a dish involving exploding sheep will be disappointed (or relieved) that it isn’t so.
It’s only Monday, but I already need another weekend. I wish I could say something witty and exciting about why I’m so busy and tired. Sadly, the story is very mundane. I’m just plain tuckered out from running more than full throttle at work and school for too long without a break. I really am a happier fish when I’m busy, but the last few weeks I’ve been a bit too busy to maintain equilibrium.
I was so beat this afternoon that I wasn’t intending to post tonight (mostly because I didn’t have much to say) but after recognizing that I needed to recharge my mental state, I took the time for myself to indulge in some creative activity. The result was this poem, in which I tried to illustrate what being creative does for me. I had originally intended to title it “The Architecture of Loss” because I was pining for a lazy afternoon, but it turned into a more positive statement, and I realized that “The Architecture of Loss” has already been used as the title of both a play and a song.
I’d still like to write about the idea of not being able to lose things that you never appreciated you had, but that will have to wait for another night.
In the meantime, I leave you with the results of me re-centering myself and girding my loins for another long week (the poem) and a beautiful picture from maxinnaberlin.
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I yearn
For quiet moments
Where thoughts collide gently
Their pearlescent walls glimmering like a thousand fractured rainbows
Each beautiful and unique.
I embrace
Still moments
In which a single breath stretches across heartbeats.
At such times even the air is fertile.
I inhale
And exhale muse-graced spores
That fly on measured sighs
Each tiny particle a seed ripened in silence
Then strewn throughout the landscape of my imagination
Ready to germinate
In the next quiet moment
The next respite stolen from a busy day.
Before & After by Matthew Thomas Pondering Happy Independence
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Chris · 3 July 2007, 00:23
Beautiful poem Kim…I felt at peace reading it, and I hope that you achieved some level of peace and tranquility writing it. I used to write poetry quite often and haven’t in years…It was quite therapeutic…I miss it sometimes.
Beautiful photo as well. It’s very odd that you should post that. I was going to try to take some photos of bubbles the other day for my Interworld review! One of my favorite characters in the book was basically a bubble (odd but true) so I was going to attempt to take bubble pics…thought it would be a disaster though, but now I see that it can be done beautifully :)
jean pierre · 3 July 2007, 03:05
chris, stole the words right out of my mouth!
very cool pic and reading the poem made me feel very calm …everything slowed.
Kim · 3 July 2007, 17:40
Thanks guys. Writing this poem was an hour well spent. I was spinning my wheels before I decided to sit down and relax for a few minutes. Once I concentrated on not being stressed out, the poem just sort of revealed itself to me.
And Chris, I haven’t concentrated on poetry in a long time either, but I love how self contained they are. You can sit down in an evening and have an entire rough draft done. It really helps me with my other work which is much longer and has the tendency to remain unfinished ;)
Jackson · 3 July 2007, 21:17
I thought you said you couldn’t write poetry.
Nymeth · 7 July 2007, 04:05
I really like that poem, Kim. I love how naturally it flows.
And that is a beautiful picture.
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