Just a Bit of Randomness (Maybe)

2:48 a.m......it is just starting to rain.

I stare at the sky, wondering....

.....cigarette smoke clouds my head.

somewhere, in the night, I sense motion...


the Rare Poet

Because the Song Keeps Getting Stuck in my Head

© 2010 WMG

Stumbled across this video for Bruno Mars "Grenade" and had to post it.  For some reason, lately this song keeps getting repeated on all of my playlists.

the Rare Poet

Another Moment with Midnight

Greetings to all.

Here it is, another early a.m., and I find myself awake.  I guess some things never change.  Lately I've been doing a lot of planning in my mind.  2010 is soon to come to a close, and I have big things planned for 2011.  Earlier, while doing some writing (surprise, surprise...lol), I realized that it feels like I'm experiencing an extended period of writer's block.  The poetry, which usually just flows and flows, feels stagnant, and even a bit forced.  But I don't fret.  I simply stop writing for a while, and wait until the moment returns to me.  It's odd but it seems to mimick this point in my life.  Smiles and motivations were once so abundant, but lately I feel stuck in place, waiting for something to move me.  I picture myself, this giant batch of kindling, waiting for the one great spark.  Until that moment comes, I try to remain patient.

the Rare Poet

Theme Song of the Day, Dec. 15, 2010

Bruno Mars ft Damian Marley --- Liquor Store Blues

Even though I have no desire to hit the liquor store and start drinking at 10:40 a.m., this is pretty much the mood I'm in. I wish I could take a figurative shot of something to wash down all the sorrows. But, relax. Joy comes in the morning time.

Enjoy your day.

the Rare Poet

Reading Between the Lines

"These pages reproduce me very imperfectly, and there are many things in me of which I find no trace in them. I suppose it is because, in the first place, sadness takes up the pen more readily than joy; and, in the next, because I depend so much upon surrounding circumstances. When there is no call upon me, and nothing to put me to the test, I fall back into melancholy; and so the practical man, the cheerful man, the literary man, does not appear in these pages. The portrait is lacking in proportion and breadth; it is one-sided, and wants a center; it has, as it were, been painted from too near" --- Henri-Frédéric Amiel

A while back, a friend of mine, upon reading some of my poetry, gave me the strangest look.  I asked what was wrong, and she replied with the classic line, "You must be so sad."  I couldn't help but laugh, because when going back reading over some old poems, I always think the same thing.  I found this quotation this morning and it just made sense.  I'm not always sad.  It's just that sad requires writing about.  Joy just kind of wants to be experienced.  Thousands of constant influences going on around me, and when there's nothing, it feels like emptiness.  Ah, the life of a poet!

the Rare Poet