What I Actually Do and What I Actually Did Sept.15th 2013

                   Today I am reading Collector's Edition Emily Dickinson Selected Poetry.

What I enjoy about her writing is that she ventures into mystical subjects such as the reality of having a spirit or the process of reincarnation. I also enjoy that she animates nature and explores nature as having an identity and life of it's own. Her vision is wide and far reaching, able to see even tree from multiple viewpoints from a farmer to a squirrel.

At NBCCD in the college store there was a big, lined and hard covered journaling book that was catching my eye and just calling me. I finally bought it even though it's price was up there and though I had a smaller and cheaper poetry writing book. But as I write in my new poetry book the experience is different. It feels more sacred and special. Having such a book to write in is a great luxury so the money spent was well worth it. Here are the first two poems written in my new hard covered poetry writing book.

Whispers Of A Ghost

In the distance I saw him

There he stood on the empty highway, like a ghost in the trees

Mist passing between us as I watched his dark form approach 

Whispering to me,
 I heard him from across the expanse.

"Great dreams fly. Great dreams are born and never die."  

Sept.13th 2013

Blossoms In The Mire

Blossoms In the Mire

Sunlight in the trees

Fore site bridges the expanse 

Cross the stormy seas

A lamp lit in the window

And whispers in the night

A story taken out from under me

A living nightmare of fright

I live with encourage able hauntings 

Strangled reality dreams

 I struggle to voice louder 

Over these bloody scenes

Screams of lonlieness

And yellow sickness 

that threaten to follow me

The past a bog

The future nowhere

The present is all I see

The damaged goods of a nonperishable spirit

Are carried on

Into the Strength of Eternity

I Am The Blossom In The Mire

Sept. 15, 2013