Writing again

[Doreen Peri]

I think I’ll start writing again.
There! A sentence. A line!
I did it! I started.
Amazing!

Now to focus on the point.
What’s the point?
Wait! Here’s the point.
….. and many more points.
Period.

[sasha]

Welcome back! Unchain that Muse. Been fumbling with the lock on my own lately, as well..... (get my points?)

[saw]

taking that first step applies to everything we do in life.....and it is essentially groundbreaking....turning up the soil, to see if something will flourish there.....and honestly if it matters to you, then it was important.....when I paint for instance, I always do it for the personal joy....never for, I might be able to sell this....or I might get many accolades.....never ever approach the creative process for those reasons.....i believe it is a personal journey....it's about opening doors.....that are good for you....it's about using the privilege we have for getting in touch with the deepest, most rewarding layers of life....

so critics, be damned
your opinion is merely a single voice based on your biases
so leave me be
I didn't do this to make your happy
though I didn't do this to make you sad either
I simply
did this

peace, love and art

[stilltrucking]

I like the poem a lot —not that should matter to you
The point of poetry well made by you.

Welcome back I miss you. Thanks for keeping on writing
it is not to make you happy or sad by what I write
It is something that pleases me when I am stoned.
I got lost three times today on my way home from the store. I eat a gummi for the first time in 6 months. that is how dissociated from the world AROUND ME I am. i HAD TO Google My way HOME TO FINALY GET BACK.
Feel like I am on vacation from myself when I post to studio eight. thanks

I keep The faith with THE D.O.T from April to October
While I am not the driver I ust'a be, I can pee straight into a specimen cup But I sure am happy when I don.t have to worry about a whiz quiz
I love to jitterbug this keyboard on studio on my months off when i like to get high

The point of poetry
I pity the period
since I read a poem
called :

The Pity of Punctuation

of Punctuation

Hoard of words released like manic
spring with its quick gush blooms of bright
where endings have not even a small chance
life forever resurrecting itself without the monster
splotch which when shrunken to depressed
the psychoanalyst calls the period
of realization and the patient hangs on
for her dear however listless
existence like a hyphen at the end
of its rope searching for its dropped
letters like I wait and hold my breath
for my letter that the male carrier might bring
with the possible swerve of love
before any wall of stiff brackets
and the unforgiving is embedded
into the type you know the type

where false hope lies in the dash and never forget

the pun how could one for therein
lived the fun when it was lost inside
me as my body and all punctuation
was temporarily erased eight years ago
same as the symbol of eternity
in April that whore month
with its hoard of all that is
possible while the sun slowly pitched itself
into the lake and he left and suddenly

too many commas crawled in carrying
colons with their screaming litanies of lists
and question marks with WHYWHYWHY
on their small hooked spineless backs
and the parade would not stop

until finally the period did roll in so bleak
and yet what a tiny thing it was
as I began to feel the fade into
the seamless midnight sky
with my being given
no choice but to curve onto that dot
and disappear with it

http://connection.ebscohost.com/c/poems ... unctuation

[mnaz]

It's a start. You could be the word dancer again.

[hester prynne]

Well gee!! I guess I didn't know there was still access to litkicks!! Hello everyone!! I hit my 7th decade in late May. It's really tripped me out in a good way.
I never stopped writing really but it's all very sporadic. Some health issues goin on. And the pandemic gave me a sort of agoraphobia...I don't go out much except when I must. I'm happy. Still singing tho mostly at home now. I do miss gigging.
I wrote this about a year ago..5/11/22

Fun to just watch

So finally.
I can see myself.
Watching, knowing I'm watching
as I struggle being,
as the rains pour,
the winds blow outside,
I know now that it's all me,
this view out the window,
the spring flowers pushing up,
the waterfalls,
the haunting music of chants,
groans, cries, laughs:
all who I am, we are.
It all falls into place.
It's bigger. Placid.
Not so hungry together.
Deeply inviting. Mystifying.
Incredibly beautiful.
Fun to watch.
I can't help but sing to it.

[Doreen Peri]

Thx everyone! I might try this again.

Welcome back. Theda! I like your poem! Good to see you here! Check the discussion forum for the thread about judih.

[mnaz]

Theda! Wow, so good to see you here!

[hester prynne]

Mnaz!! You too!!

[saw]

Good to see your words Theda...here in the studio....looks like it's been about 5 years.....good to hear ya again.......I can relate to health issues and agoraphobia from covid......those things changed a lot for me.....next month I turn 75.....if I make it......Things are lot more iffy these days......can't say I'm pessimistic....can still find the joy.....peace and love