two and a half week's worth

Poetry in September

Hello, howdy, how’s everybody hanging?

I’ve been in an Appalachian Trail hike of emptying boxes and getting our house settled. I’ve written some poetry here and there and fiddled with it a bit. Here’s one from today:

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My friend told me it’s hard 
To have big dreams
With little kids

And I was startled 
By the tears
I had to hold in

Because I haven’t truly
Let myself cry without a fight,
Outright, since I was a child 

And another friend 
Tut tutted that
As such a shame,

Probably something
From my childhood, we said,
Like the baby blankets

You keep picking threads from
If I’m not fast enough -
I’m always trying to stop

You,
The tears,
The big dreams

That are really hard to have.
We painted stars 
On my ceiling 

And I’m pretty sure 
That’s how the Universe
Was made;

Just a couple of women
With brushes in hand
Trying to make something 

Big.
Something
Beautiful. 

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I’m hoping when my house is fully settled and I have a dedicated space to work again, art will flow more freely. More often. We did paint stars on my ceiling today but I also want to sit with them a bit longer. I wrote down my project list and I organized the family art shelf (which is really nice when you’re like, “I need tape!” and there it is! on an art shelf! instead of god knows where in a box.)

I’m doing alright. How are you doing? What art have you made in the last two weeks? What do you long to make?

Much love,

Bríg