A Morning Song

Most every day, a song echos in my mind as I wake. The universe often speaks to me in song.

This morning I woke to U2’s “40” and the line “how long, to sing this song?”

My heart troubled by the world’s rage soaked violence, by another bloody day. Will humanity expand out of it’s ego before the world’s burned into obliteration by hubris? Will I get to see that day? How long, my friends. How long?

A Tuesday Morning Haiku

morning darkness

swirls around

memories

One day is done, four more to go as I transition out one career stop into another. Friday’s an ending and a beginning. I’m sad about the ending, but excited about the beginning. I’m opening a new chapter in my life. Blank pages to fill. 

Today’s Black History Month Meditation: Rita Dove

Great advice for the new poet…and for the old. Of course today we always have our phone with us, capturing our thoughts, poem scraps along with photos. There’s research supporting pen-and-paper’s superiority, for what that’s worth. Ultimately, the best solution is the one you use. As long as you’re confident in capturing your ideas, your brain can focus on creation.