Ice-fishing huts, Manitoulin Island
I’ve been working on working on a book for a couple of years now and wanted to share some of the backstory of how I decided to write it and what I’ve learned from the process so far.
Tag: Writing
I’m writing a book!
Ahhh! It’s so terrifying to post this on the internet. But it is the truth.
I am writing a book!
This all came about because, as many of you know, for two years I wrote a 108 poems in the fall to raise money for the Young Adult Program at Yasodhara Ashram, which means I have over 200 poems written on all different kinds of topics.
Napkin Poetry
The smell of your favourite lake
my body softens
shoulders relaxing
breath expanding
safe.
After three days in the desert,
the smell of the lake hits me,
and I realize
how tense
I was.
Freedom
exists
at the side
of the lake.
The last stroke
We cross the finish line
and my body collapses
falling forward.
I try
to catch
my breath.
I have given you everything.
I have given you it all.
There is nothing left.
Undergoing Surgery
The drugs
knock me out,
I wake up
whoosey.
A numb kind of pain,
I try to sit up
but fall back
unable.
powerless.
I wake up,
different.
Devi of Speech
Who is this goddess
of speech?
tongue lashes
fierce.
Who is this goddess?
whose words soothe
broken hearts
Who is this goddess?
creating the universe
word,
by word,
by word.
ponds
filled with stagnant water
toxins seeping
into the earth
filtered by the dirt
killing
all in it’s path
ponds
of toxic water
kill the earth
Picking your nose on a chilly day :)
The snot is cold
hard
breaks off in little pieces.
And there is nothing more satisfying
than digging for gold.
Beyond the opening
I find the buried treasure.
To learn more about my 108 Poetry Challenge or to donate to the Young Adult Program CLICK HERE.
Shame
I wake up tired
heavy
closed
tight
I don’t wanna get up
I don’t wanna leave my bed
I don’t wanna leave my house
and you
can’t
make
me.
tired
heavy
foggy
I want to wake up.
To learn more about my 108 Poetry Challenge or to donate click here.