The Hardest Part of Writing

Motivation to start writing is hard. Discipline to write every day is hard. Not getting distracted is hard. Thinking the first draft must be perfect is hard. Believing I can write is hard. Motivating myself to read is hard. Wanting to have more time to write is hard. Wishing for the one great idea is hard. Thinking I have nothing worth saying is hard. Looking for the “easy-write” button is hardest of all.

ROCK

Rock you’re not like me

Blacks and blues cover your skin

You are my brother.

A Haiku

 

Rock you’ve been places

Rock where have you come from and

Rock where are you going?

Rock I see your smooth surface

Rock I can’t see you.

A Tanka

 

Rock

Blue earth

Compressed earth

Depressed earth child

You cry out “Save Me!”

I hear your cry

I’m your kin

It’s time

Act!

A Lantern

A Tanka on Being 72

Drinking my coffee

After my meditation

Makes me less anxious

After seventy-two years

Alternatives considered.

(You can Google to find out what a Tanka is if you like)

Whose Question?

                                         

Bird outside window                 

What is it looking for? That’s  

My question—not hers.           

Little Hummer

Little hummer

Opaque wings buzzing

Like a fly

With added layers

Of beauty

Morning greetings

Always welcome.

Two Haikus During a Meditation Retreat

Gone to the movie

Enlightenment was showing

Missed it—popcorn’s good.

 

Two combatants wrestling

Reality will always win

Hold on there—who lost?

My Tombstone Story

Anonymous quote—The Voice from the Grave: “Life seems to come down to nothing more than being a dash on a stone between birth and death.”

Life seems endless when you are young, individual life that is, but is really short. When I was in my 20s and 30s I projected my epitaph to be engraved in the year 2007. The termination date keeps getting pushed back on each birthday. Hey, it’s all gravy from here on is what I’m figuring now. Ah, but life, that force that gave birth to this little individual life span, is not so easy to pin down or engrave in stone. Life goes on—so what is it’s meaning? That each individual has to decide for him or herself.