An early evening poem for Poetry Friday
It has been a busy day, full of house cleaning, and errands involving banks and cleaners and libraries and such, followed by an early Chinese takeout meal (thanks for the idea, writerjenn!) so that my sweetheart could make it to his evening tai chi class on time. Given my overall achiness and the specific soreness of my right knee, I opted to stay home. And put on my jammies. Hence the userpic.
Here is a wee poem from my poetry diary. It is a small thing, but I rather like it.
On days like this,
I wonder if
being content
might just prevent
someday success
as author(ess).
Not that I believe that one needs to suffer in order to create art, but there are days that are happy ones that seem to get in the way of the creative process. (I suppose there are days that are miserable that do the same thing, come to think of it.)
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Here is a wee poem from my poetry diary. It is a small thing, but I rather like it.
On days like this,
I wonder if
being content
might just prevent
someday success
as author(ess).
Not that I believe that one needs to suffer in order to create art, but there are days that are happy ones that seem to get in the way of the creative process. (I suppose there are days that are miserable that do the same thing, come to think of it.)
You can check out the other Poetry Friday posts today by clicking the box below!