A Blaze of Glory: Poetry Edition, NaPoWriMo '17

Oh I know it well!! My book n my bro's book was born during the napowripo deal...

Then you should join us!

Unofficially I have lol in other words some don't realize this BUT I write everyday!!lol I just don't post nearly as much as I write lol but I do wish u well on ur challenge my sweet friend :)

Then post them, man! Come now! Who doesn't want a worm trophie?!

Yes who indeed!? lol seriously my darkest pieces I generally keep to myself... n sadly I have to work very soon...BUT becuz it's U... I may actually enter later today... send the link in case I get feeling generous lol

Come on!  Join us! You can do this! I've got you down. :D

This is achingly beautiful. Your passion and love for words is immensely felt here! What a heartfelt tribute to poetry! You inspire us all.

LostGirl (:

Wow. What a humbling thing to wake up to. Thank you, Lost One.

John Keating knew the difference
between the sciences that keep us alive
& the arts that we live for...

Indeed, John. I was hoping you and Kas might join us...

yes yea yes fucking yes vati!
i am so grateful for this challenge you & mister blaze are hosting
for these very reasons.
you both have given me an excuse to make time for my passion
namaste
xo

Oh wow! That is exactly what we were hoping for, Katja. Thank you so much for sharing this with us! We appreciate your participation muchly! xo

i made a huge career move when i got head hunted by an international insurance company, scarcely have time to stop and eat these days & haven't written anything new in months so kudos & my graitiude to y'all for enabling me to just say screw it let's do it! xo

It's ON, Baby!  ^5

Yes! to but eat, breathe, love, and write... deepest thanks to be invited to walk this path with you,

geoff

We are so happy you and Jade are joining us,  Hepcat!  This is what it's all about!

Well said Tammy all of it. I wish you and others participating all the inspiration the universe can pour into you. I will do my part to lend you strength.

That's all we ask, Daniel! Thank you!

Not exactly a ``spiritual`` hymn of poetry
but rather a contemporary one;
versatility is key to the poetic pen
as it showcases our true & natural talents;
this piece accommodates ...

as always, your poetry fascinates me ...

~love to you, Lady ... Devlin

Thank you, and many returned sentiments, Lady Devlin. Your observations are always appreciated. BUT.... Why oh why won't you join us?!

For an artist or a writer to partially remove themselves from public life to focus on their craft is not an easy decision to make, and even a tougher challenge to fulfil... I've battled with the idea and tried to implement the dream part-time and found it was more destructive than creative, perhaps I'm more of an all nothing type, but I figure my timing wasn't right, so I'll battle with the idea some more, and admire my peers who fearlessly pursue their passion.  
 
All the best with the writing challenge, Ahavati.  I'm afraid one poem per week is my creative limit, so I'll sit it out and cheer the more prolific poets from the sideline.

I dunno what to say about that, Case. I've worked my a-double-s off all my life, and never imagined I'd be where I am now. But (and I dont want to sound like Rose on the Titanic) but it became the same old people shoot after party after shoot after party after shoot. Same old people same old clubs same old conversation different evening. Plug a few words with a different event name and its basically the same-same.    
 
The higher echelon is like that. With a few rare exceptions that kept to themselves in the corner with their scotch or crown wishing they were home reading or doing something they loved.  That I, as a migrating, peripheral photographer would get to have a refreshingly intelligent 5 minute conversation with to remind me of the sanity of reason and purpose of existence. Until intertupted by two women who hated each other secretly but wanted their photo together for appearance's sake.   And that's the key word, appearances. Except for me there was no boat to jump from or propellers to look at or Leonardo DiCaprio to...but I digress.    
 
There was only the manifestation of a dream by filling in the grid with daily belief, until somehow it began coming to pass. And with that came stronger belief. And with that came more coming to pass until I found myself in a cycle of doutlessness amid pure belief in the manifestation of dreams. I see it all moving into place like a gravitational cycle of rotation in its appointed time.    
 
I understand what you speak of. The same happened to me when I wore a younger woman's dreams. It's called being buffeted by the world. But, it's also what you called forth to experience as the contrast of what you desire, that you recognize and appreciate it.    
 
The old saying anything worth having is worth fighting for is true. Nothing worthwhile is easy. It's damn hard swimming against the current. Too many times we almost drown and pull our self out of the current to catch our breath on the bank. And sometimes we give up and take time for granted that we have enough to try again.    
 
But if you at least believe, and don't lose faith, when you least expect it, a catalyst from your soul tribe will appear to jumpstart your stalled complacency, and you'll feel warp speed  engage on a course you certainly haven't been before, but have always dreamed you would be one day.    
 
And this person will show you what it means to live freely irrespective of what others think and/or believe about you, by not just showing you the direction of your dreams, but by actually experiencing them with you. Because, you see, it's their dream too: poetry.    
 
They'll be one of, if not THE best friend you've ever had. And the answer to a million prayers.    
 
So, Case, now that you know how your story is gonna end, you got some work to do.  Cheers! 🍷    

as a thought, this is
a very beautiful poem,
as a poem
this is a very beautiful
thought...

Well you can thank Johnny, because he literally took thoughts I expressed and arranged it into poetry. Again. And I'll never get used to this weirdness of seeing a portion of a conversation as poetry. But I'm happy you like it, my friend.

Embrace the weirdness.  




    JAM was here  

It's beginning to grow on me... Or, at least I THINK that's what all these little green hairs are...

follow the dreams..the inner spark..the soul's ever hymning humming verse....i know what you say the cut-off from the worldly vibes, when the wordistic art takes over ..its difficult in the balancing , but the larger contenment.. you say them perfect ..

the wordlessness that point of thankfulness..in ur. words ..yeah, true dear
"Except     
when the inadequacy of words     
fail to provide a proper expression of     
      
gratitude,     
such as I have     
for the poetry of my life. "  

do write on shine , this month n furthermore. light n luv xx.

Thank you my lovely friend. I'm blessed beyond measure right now.  And am certainly grateful for you! ❤

we appear to be very similar in outlook :-)

the poem is an excellent expose' of a different life - I hope that it is true :-)

Thank you, David. I appreciate that.