Journal – Grace
When I run out of poetry I just start posting my crazed ramblings.
My personal rule is, if I want to post it, it’s probably well written, and worth posting. If I don’t want to post it, it’s probably true, and worth posting. If it leaves no impression in my mind, it’s probably trash.
So. Here we go again!!
Grace
Give me grace
I had it briefly
I had it for six months, twelve months, not enough months
I want it for a lifetime
I thirst for it
Grace
Sweet on the lips and the soul
Cool water
Fresh and cleansing.
I don’t want to forget that happiness
I know how to be happy
It’s an art
A difficult practice and an art
It can be done.
We are fools
We can be worse
We can be better.
My art is improving
I’m starting to see things I like here and there
I’ll never be like my idols
But I can be someone I could enjoy reading.
I need a break
From my own neurosis
It can be done
I’ve done it before
I can do it again.
Fresh Hell 
ramble away!
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thanks, will do! *Rambles off into sunset*
LikeLiked by 2 people
i love your ramblings ❤
LikeLiked by 2 people
♥️♥️♥️
LikeLiked by 1 person
Damn, that’s a brilliant rule of thumb for posting! Brilliant!
Ok. Just had to say that even before I read the poem.
LikeLiked by 1 person
That’s your idea of a “crazed rambling”? Madness!
Meh, I won’t argue with you today. I’ll just be off in my quiet corner of your blog, sulking, and now and then casting you confused looks. That’s all. Don’t mind me. I’ll just be off in my quiet corner.
“I’ll never be like my idols
But I can be someone I could enjoy reading.”
It’s very rare for me when it goes much beyond that. Now and then — very occasionally — I’ll do something that I honestly think is in one or two ways out of a dozen ways — in one or two ways as good or even sometimes better than anything else I’ve come across in life. I might be wrong then. I might be right then. But right or wrong, I myself cannot honestly hold any other opinion than the one I do. Happens very rarely, but it happens.
For instance, I would submit to an objective judge my novella, “A Death in the Spring”, to be measured in one or two ways against any work of literature I’ve come across for accuracy of insight into love and evil. The judge might rule one way or another. The judge might surprise me or not. But I would be lying to myself to think the novella didn’t measure up in one or two ways.
Do you ever feel that way about anything — anything — you do?
That’s how I honestly feel sometimes about my four arts. Blogging. Poetry. Painting. Wanking.
Do you ever feel that way?
LikeLiked by 1 person
Four Arts – the first three I get. But the last? Is that an art form too? Perhaps it’s a question best left unasked….
LikeLiked by 2 people
“Self expression is self-expression no matter what form it takes!” *said with chin raised in proud defiance*
LikeLiked by 1 person
🤣🤣🤣😵
LikeLiked by 2 people
Sometimes, when I get something right, it
leaves a strong echo in my heart, and I am very proud. We are tremendously biased towards our own art, aren’t we? It was written expressly for people like ourselves.
If pressed, I actually can make a fair, logical assessment of my strengths as well as my weaknesses, but I have a bad habit of focusing on the weaknesses, especially on down days.
Did that answer your question?
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes that answered my question, and thank you for taking a moment to be especially open about it. I can’t think of any way in which we significantly disagree on this issue. Either that collaborates our insights and means we’re on the right track — or we should be very, very scared that the mental ward is our next home.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Pingback: Paul’s Random, Annoying Question of the Moment – Café Philos: an internet café
Reblogging to my readers at sister site Timeless Wisdoms
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thank you Ana!
LikeLike
Ya, man
LikeLiked by 1 person
😀
LikeLike