Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Of life once lived without blogging...[a repeat]

Tonight I dream the dream
of innocence, of life
once lived without blogging.

The evenings in which
I spent, stretched out
with a book on my belly.

And now I sit in a chair
upright yet, somewhat slouched
immersed in words of my own making.

It is a new chapter
at best, challenging me
at worst, an addiction.

Sometimes the growth burns
an intensity, that glows
deep in my primal lava.

This writing life so
all consuming, myriad moments
fueling a rapturous thirst I cannot quench...



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JCK is currently searching for her primal lava. Hence the repeat of the poem above. Lately she has been immersed in a..a....a..shhhhh...BOOK. Such decadence! Such deliciousness poised between pages! She hopes to create her own lush verbiage...soon.


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10 comments:

All Adither said...

This is great. I totally get it.

Angeline said...

This speaks right to my heart.
Nice!

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Lisa Wheeler Milton said...

Whatcha reading? I fully endorse this kind of indulgence.

Madge said...

i just want time for both -- the books and the blogging -- well, and the rest of my life too.

phd in yogurtry said...

yes, caught somewhere between the challenge and the addiction.

Life As I Know It said...

oh, yes, I can relate. I go back and forth on stopping and starting in this blogging world. I always seem to come back to it, though.

Cheri @ Blog This Mom! said...

Oooo. A book? With pages? Printed words? I think I've heard of those.

Manic Mommy said...

And not even a Kindle! Drive by blogging is the best I've been able to muster for months now! I hate this block!

g said...

You are back!! I know how that feels, I've been doing the same. Plus having a new dog keeps me busy and makes it hard to concentrate on writing.

MamaJ said...

It is important to write. But in order to write we must read... and live. It's okay to ebb and flow. It's okay not to be OCD about your practice. I, for one, have been relieved to see that your posts are less frequent. Somehow gives me permission to do the same. What book, BTW?

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