Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Write About

i was going to write about love
....but count the times it's been done...
i was going to write about pain
....but it hurts to even remind myself...
i was going to write about war
....but it's too fucking political...
i was going to write about politics
...but how boring can that get?
i was going to write about mythology
...but that old time religion doesn't do it...
i was going to write about god
...but that is such a far-reaching subject...
i was going to write about the beats
...but is there anything left to say?
i was going to write about leftovers
...but there's nothing left...
i was going to write about bullshit
...but that gets piled up too high...
i was going to write about sex
...but that might make me horny...
So, i'll just write
A B O U T
and leave it at that.

I often feel everything has been said, as well
so why bother.....but I am compelled it seems
to try and find a fresh spin around the block
sometimes I surprise myself, but others I simply crash

McLaughlin Trail
Burgess Road
Swamp Road
Millers Trail
West Road
River Road
I've hiked them all and more
many times
old familiar byways
same old landmarks
but every time
there's something new to see
well
ALMOST every time....

maybe it's all been said
but maybe there's a permutation
a certain arrangement of words
an angle
an image
a metaphor
not yet expressed
casting the old idea
in a new light

Nothing new under the burning sun. Or is there?

I always wondered if wonder was mostly seeing things for the first time, bound to fade with familiar repetition. Or maybe wonder was more about the right kind of eyes, seeing things as if for the first time, each time...

I was going to write about zen but I can't

seeing for the first time
fear and wonder
still beat after all these years
thanks for another neat poem compadre

I like it! About that

creativesoul wrote: ↑

February 16th, 2022, 12:29 am

I like it! About that

muchas gracias, creativesoul!

stilltrucking wrote: ↑

February 14th, 2022, 5:29 pm

I was going to write about zen but I can't

seeing for the first time
fear and wonder
still beat after all these years
thanks for another neat poem compadre

zen! whose zen? not now...