Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree

Exocoetidea

Lately,
I have felt
so much like
a fish out of water,
awkward in situations,
lost from who I am,
flopping on a strange
spit of sand,
struggling
to breathe.

This morning
it came to me like
the ruby-throated
hummingbird suddenly
appearing before me
on the wind
that perhaps
I have been cast
from my familiar seas
to grow wings
and become
a fish that
flies.

July 19, 2019

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The Hodge Podge Journal – Page 9 – January 1995 – “N-ice”

Excerpt:

N-ICE

The man with tie and shiny black shoes steps out into the snow-covered day. He slips and slides to meet his ride to the city far away.

He has taken great care in choosing his clothes for a meeting he must attend, finds his slick black shoes are slick indeed as he busts his booty again.

January 30, 1995

This is part of the Hodge Podge Journal series, excerpts from my art words journal circa 1995.

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The Hodge Podge Journal – Page 8 – January 1995 – “Walking Woods Without A Light”

Excerpt:

The trees loom up dark in the night
As I walk these woods without a light.
There’s a rustle to the left, another to the right,
Leaves, or a cat who watches with eyes bright my hungry flesh’s flight
As I walk these woods without a light.

I shudder from the frost’s bite,
From fear and the mortal’s blight
Who seeks the warmth of his window bright
Shining out into the night
As I walk these woods without a light.

January 28, 1995

This is part of the Hodge Podge Journal series, excerpts from my art words journal circa 1995.

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The Hodge Podge Journal – Page 7 – January 1995 – “Snow Teaches Me”

Excerpt:

Snow teaches me that one needs to enjoy the precious and beautiful moments of life when they come for they are with us for only a brief time.

Then they melt away.

January 29, 1995

This is part of the Hodge Podge Journal series, excerpts from my art words journal circa 1995.

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The Hodge Podge Journal – Page 7 – January 1995 – “The Artist”

Excerpt:

“Train Ride Conversation”

As an artist, I struggle with articulating how I feel. There are times when my skin becomes a screen and the wind seems to flow right through me. I feel the wind in my bones. How do I express that? How do I make someone who has never experienced such a connection understand that?

In a conversation with Eric, a friend and fellow artist, we arrived at several revelations as to who we are and what we do.

I am creative so I will be. Sometimes it is easy to be lazy, to go through life half-heartedly, and not commit myself fully to the life of an artist.

Much is stacked up against such a life *fear of failure: 1) not a good way to support myself or a family, 2) difficult to get “big” enough without conforming, 3) misunderstanding by the status quo, 4) lack of tangible goals, and 5) vagueness of the destination.

However, the alternative is to die the long slow death of never fulfilling one’s purpose in life.

I commit myself fully to who I am and who I must be. I will begin to pour out myself in what I do. There have been times in my life when my heart has been an answer to prayer and when it has touched someone deeply enough to let them cry. These are miracles, yet they are the stuff of the artist’s life.

I seek a life filled with such miracles 

January 29, 1995

This is part of the Hodge Podge Journal series, excerpts from my art words journal circa 1995.

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The Hodge Podge Journal – Page 6 – January 1995 – “Agappe(sp)”

Excerpt:

Everyone deserves and needs to be loved.Whether this love takes the form of that in romance novels or TV soap operas can be debated. Eros is not the only form of love and, though important, should never be confused with agappe(sp). Perhaps it is better to say that everyone should be agapped(sp).

January 25, 1995

This is a continuation of the Hodge Podge Journal series, excerpts from my art words journal circa 1995.

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The Hodge Podge Journal – Page 6 – January 1995 – “Cost-Avoidance”

Excerpt:

Nothing’s for free, but no one wants to pay.

This is a continuation of the Hodge Podge Journal series, excerpts from my art words journal circa 1995.

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The Hodge Podge Journal – Page 6 – January 1995 – “Cave”

Excerpt:

Last night, I ate at a Chinese restaurant with an old friend and some new ones. They had come to West Virginia from Baltimore and DC to go spelunking in John Brown’s Cave near Harpers Ferry.

They had explored a chute at the bottom of the cave and when they returned the way was almost entirely filled with water. (I could see the exact place in my mind, having been inside the cave myself on several occasions).

They made it out. 

But if they would have waited to return another 15 minutes, they would have been trapped. I looked around the table at these warm and laughing faces and shivered at the thought of them floating cold and lifeless in a muddy cave.

They laughed and carried on good conversation, but they were not really emotionally present. Every once in awhile I would catch a faraway look in one of their eyes in the midst of a conversation.

I realized that though they sat at the table, each of them was still back in the cave; swimming, breathing hard, one second away from panic, straining for the mouth of the cave.

January 23, 1995

This is a continuation of the Hodge Podge Journal series, excerpts from my art words journal circa 1995.

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The Hodge Podge Journal – Page 5 – January 1995 – “Worry”

Excerpt:

What is this need I have to visualize the bad?

I believe that if I see something in my mind before it happens then it will not occur.

For example, if my van has a vibration and I imagine the wheel falling off, then it will not happen.

The very good and very bad things in life are surprises. Is this true? Does my worry keep the small and large tragedies of life at bay?

Is it time to begin living a life without worry, trusting that I will be ready for whatever comes?

January 25, 1995

This post is part of the Hodge Podge Journal series, excerpts from my art words journal circa 1995.