I can tell you that two weeks ago, I suffered a power failure that prevented me from both putting a poem together and being able to post it, had I had it done. And when I was putting a poem together that I intended to post that day, but at a later time, the power went off again, just when I had finished the poem and was going to save it and then look it over for any further needed editing. Something about that all happening the way it did seemed to just take the heart out of me in terms of that particular poem and week. I put down the beginning and end of the poem and left the middle hanging, and there it sits, still; a diary and poem that may never be finished.
Last week was lost to a combination of intermittent amnesia and a combination headache that felt at times as though everything from the base of my skull to the bottom of my shoulder blades was trying to turn into a solid knot. Not much fun, and not conducive to putting any sort of diary together.
What I'm feeling now, is that I no longer want to be "on the hook" for composing a poem every week. I do want to see the IK poetry diaries continue and I'm more than happy to post anything anyone wants to submit. If anyone sends me a poem, I'll post it. I encourage any of those who have submitted comment poems in the past, or ever thought about doing a poetry diary to jump on in, the water's fine! If I don't get any submissions, and don't feel like doing one myself, I'll find one somewhere out in the world that I like or might feel is appropriate to the day or the general mood of the time, to publish, so people have something to which to respond.
It seems that my energies at this point want and need to go somewhere other than poetry for awhile. I'm sure I'll find my way back, but it doesn't seem to be something I can force. Maybe that's just a testament to my lack of professional experience as a writer. I'm going to try not to lay negative messages on myself about it, however, and just let whatever process I need to go through now, happen in its own way and time.
I do want to express my heartfelt thanks to those who have supported my efforts for the past several months, since bigjacbigjacbigjac felt he needed to let the reins go here. You have all touched me deeply, in one way or another.
Kalliope
Means "beautiful voice" from Greek καλλος (kallos) "beauty" and οψ (ops) "voice". In Greek mythology she was a goddess of epic poetry and eloquence, one of the nine Muses.
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Almost Thanksgiving, um, yeah
The night jazz wafts through the air from my radio.
Never meant to be up this late, again.
Who am I kidding?
The noises about getting on a saner schedule are so much flybuzz.
Hard to know how to get there
When you don't know where you're going.
Back to the old "one foot in front of the other,"
"Better than the alternative," another old saw.
At least, the evening with my beloved was golden.
I only wish those times came a little more often.
Still I have more of love than many ever do.
I try not to look my gift horses in the mouth.
Another hoary chestnut! The young 'uns will despair of me,
Assuming any of them give a damn
About what a sixty-two year old has to say.
Oh, hell, happy Thanksgiving for whatever the blessings are.
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