writing
A Poem A Day #420 – #423
In Memory of My Dad…
A Poem A Day #419: The Deep Blue
My Poem “Writer’s High”
That spark! That flash! That light from the dark... That stream of inspiration and energy that flows so fast... That moment of conception... That shockwave and expansion of the internal explosion... That rush to capture that which you know is significant... That immediate change that runs rampant like a fire and effects everything like a solar flare from the Sun... That pulse-racing, breathtaking, eye-opening idea that comes to an artist seemingly from out of nowhere, like a bolt from out of the blue, can feel like a miracle from heaven or from a higher dimension - because the colours that it paints the world with can seem too incredible to be real... when an artist who uses words to create their art feels themselves being pulled along by an idea's wave and riptide they can experience an almost inconceivable soul-fulfilling ascension that might be described as a writer's high.
A Poem A Day #418: Buona Fortuna
My Poem “Mad Rush”
During the hours and the days of November and December, there is always this energy in the air that can be felt and which can intoxicate people in many ways, and which can bring out the best in people - love, charity, friendship, family - and which can also, sometimes, bring out the worst in people - competitiveness, jealousy, inferiority - and it is during the Christmas period that people behave in ways they never would at any other time of the year. Christmas should be a happy time when people think about one another - however there are moments when some people can become overly self-conscious and they can believe that something that they have must be "better" than what everybody else has in order for it to be considered "good"... November to December should be when family is more important and everybody is thankful for who and what they have in their life... the "holiday season" - as it is known - is and should be when there are literal and poetic examples of hopefulness and light on show from morning till night. Every year everybody around the world participates in traditions and customs that can only be practiced at a particular time, for particular reasons, during which and because of the meaning of different seasons - and depending on what time of the year it is some things are considered obligatory and a "must"... every year everybody slowly but surely changes their demeanor and sometimes they can even change the way that they think and react to certain things - and there are times when ordinarily calm and collected individuals can find themselves switching to a version of their personality who voluntarily runs, and sometimes even fights, with those that are also in the midst of the "red mist" of the annual "mad rush".
A Poem A Day #417: Every Day’s Eye
My Poem “Keeping the lights on”
This Christmas, at least here in the UK, it is going to be hard to keep the lights on within some houses because of the high price of electricity that some households are going to be forced to have to pay... this Christmas people young and old are literally going to have to sit in the dark with no heating on and they are literally going to have to wrap themselves in blankets to keep warm, because they know that they will be unable to afford the total owed on their eventual electricity bill... this Christmas, more so than ever before, people are going to have to choose between buying presents for loved ones or putting some money aside for when the energy companies say that it is time to pay up... this Christmas people are going to sacrifice their health, because they will be unable to have what they need to get well when they ultimately fall ill... this Christmas people will have to make choices that will have long-term consequences... this Christmas people will have to think even more about what they are spending and how much things cost... this Christmas people will have to make the most of what they have, because this Christmas everything is going to be expensive... this Christmas people will have to be creative and imaginative in many ways as they gather around their Christmas tree and they struggle to keep the lights on.
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