The Way (A Minute Poem)

Each night before a box we sit,

Hours we commit.

Witness to it all,

The big and small.


Earthquakes and bombs, cute cats and rain,

The falling plane.

There before us.

Without any fuss.


Do we really see the true plight?

Each face each night.

Or do we say,

That’s just the way.

Steady Sedoka

... I have been trying to learn new forms of poetry as part of my weekly word wonder.  Today it is Sedoka, which according to is an unrhymed poem made up of two three line katauta with the syllable count of 5/7/7 and 5/7/7.  With steady as the word my finger landed on, here is my attempt ...

Wanting only that.

Perfection in the present.

As things are, everlasting.

Flaming red leaves die,

then reborn, a witness to

our eternal constant of change.


Memories meander.

Some take a solitary route.  Alone. 

Out of necessity, unwanted seconds.

Still they wait. 


They will transform.

Reminders to be forgotten no longer.

Embraced moments of love illuminating each step.

Hide and Seek

One …. Two … Three ….

Un … Deux … Trois ….

Tiny fingers hide seeking eyes

So simple … So ordinary …

That corner now a hidden cave

Days left behind

Or so we think

Sometimes hiding

Sometimes seeking

Are we really any different now?

One … Two … Three ….

Un … Deux … Trois ….


A preposition.  Sounds important.  You link nouns, pronouns and phrases to other words in a sentence.  Or so that’s what the brightest of them all would have me believe.  Who are you really? What sort of a job is linking?  Your title, although gallant I’ll admit, tells me nothing.  Do you connect? Couple? Join? Do you prepare? Endow? Or outfit?  See how hard it is to know you when described by the unfamiliar and unknown?  Leave that maze of grammatical incomprehensibility, and venture into the joyous world of pleasantry.  It will be much more fun I promise!


I reach for her hand.  To be like we have always been.  Together.  She retreats.  In her body and heart.  The space between us stretching out.  Unreachable.  Unfillable.  Untold.  To whom do we look now?  From whom will our redemption be sought and given?  You were all that for us.  And now you are not.  Just like that.  Just like that you are not.  So who do we become now?  Without you?  We will sit.  We will wait.  Eyes forward.  Heart heavy.  We will wait.  For your answer.  To come.  Like it always has.

Wonder of a Word

In my wanderings across web world, I often check out sites of wonderful creatives.  Something I have noticed is a focus on tools which nurture, energise, and polish creative practice.  It seems that one of the most popular ways to do this is to use prompts.  I have tried two, one for writing and one for photography.  Capture your 365 has a prompt for each day to help you take your daily photograph. Last year, I took part in Laurie Wagner's 27 Days: Writing Prompts to Grow Your Powers, where each day for a month I was sent a prompt to write to.

I found success in both approaches. Having said that, sometimes my photographs each day are not of the prompt. And, I only wrote to about five of the 27 day writing prompts.  So how exactly have I been successful?

Because they did (and do) exactly what they are supposed to, for me; cultivating a consistent practice of presence, appreciation and story.  They consciously require something of me.  Which in turn feeds my creative nurturing, energising, and polishing.  Whether I take the specific photo, or write to the specific prompt is in the end irrelevant.  Here is what I wrote to Laurie at the end of our 27 days:

"I started off with your writing prompts and did each one for about 5 days. I created a cover for my writing book which took your words - the power of presence, observation, appreciation, story and freedom.  And so, I was reminded of what I was doing each time I opened my writing journal.  I understood my need to cultivate a writing practice, and to simply write.  I probably only completed about 5 or 6 of your prompts, although I did read each one every day.  Your prompts gave me the freedom within myself to just write.  When I became confident with that, I began to tune into myself - with presence and curiosity.  I started to see the things I wanted to write about.  So I started to write. You affirmed for me, if you write, you are a writer"

So I thought I would continue to work with on nurturing, energising and polishing my creative practice.  Why?  For all the reasons above.  To be present. To be appreciative. To inject a creative zap! To address some of my perfectionist tendencies.  To teach myself something about the art of brevity.  Or, perhaps simply to see what happens.

Inspired by Maya Stein's 10 Line Tuesday (Maya has undertaken some amazing literary adventures!), I have come up with a version of creative energising which I hope might work for me.  Each week, I will aspire to select (randomly, intuitively, or using my diary) one day of the week when I will practice my Wonder of a Word.  On the chosen day, when I wake, I will reach out to my bedside table and take the first book my hand lands on. I open a page and let my finger land on a word. That is my word.  It doesn't matter what that word is - 'a', 'the', 'in'; or conversely the longest word I have ever seen.  I don't get to go back for a second dip!  All words have wonder!  Sometime during the day (and not indulging my perfectionist self by taking all day to angst over every minute detail!), I will write 5-10 lines with that word as my focus, and share the results back here with you.

What about this excites me?

The challenge.

The unknown.

The unpredictability and randomness of it. 

The joy of seeing and creating something new. 

The joy of being able to marvel in the Wonder of a Word.

I will leave you with this ....

Don’t ask yourself if you’re a writer.

Don’t ask yourself if your stuff sucks.

Ask yourself if you’ve written today. 

(Laurie Wagner, 27 Powers)