rage

rage. clouds of unrest, tempestuous clatter, no pitter patter just rolling thunder.
why. not a question, nor a plea, and certainly no answer as it leaves you a lone.

see it coming? how could you not?!
this sky is full light and your eyes know.

again. and again. unzipping the air, exploding my heart, and slowly dying with pain.
no. that last flash, that very last flash, is all you get. echoes in memories stories retold.

saw it going, and things now smell changed.
only then when you are struck, may you grasp this. alas!

all day morning, and all day night

ash of substance; spirit free of air. in missing you, i never feel closer.

What is Inspiration?

So, here is the sister post...

The Ralph Waldo Emerson poem continues to resonate deep within me today. And for whatever reason I begged the question, "What Is Inspiration?" Call it a humble little tribute; call it a release of emotion; call it an explanation for some of the things going on in my life of late. Heck, I'll call it...

what is inspiration?
it's holding onto the space between the notes for as long as you can
it's stretching time long enough for an idea to blossom
it's believing that you have something within that needs to come out
it's a whole lot of fun. sometimes scary, fun.

I welcome your thoughts and your own answers to this question in the form of a comment below or a message within.

What Is Succcess?

Last Monday, December 27th, a good portion of my family gathered to pay tribute to Jack Morrison, my Grandpa. Very meaningfully, his two daughters asked if I would read a piece of poetry that they found to encapsulate him well. Nothing ever seems complete, but this poem kept evolving as I read it out loud again and again until I was in a very comfortable place. I could see how under the surface it related to his life story. The poem is "What Is Success?" and is written by Ralph Waldo Emerson. (check it out here)

There are countless connections. The way he would chuckle. The way he lived "here" representing Cleveland, Ohio. The way he was betrayed by one of his closest friends. The way he left this world. The list is endless. If you knew him, it would really mean something if you shared your own reasons why you feel this poem embodies his spirit... in the form of comments below.