I’ve spent the last two days thinking over this experiment that I practiced in July, of posting almost every day. I wanted to see if I could keep that pace, while working and trying to have a semblance of life with my family and friends as well. I enjoyed it immensely, but I have found my wall 🙂
I have been exhausted most of the time and my off-line writing has suffered; I’ve been less than I could be at work too I am afraid. Friendships have endured a short-shrift of my attention. I will continue to post regularly, just not every day. I think I will also pull in some of my other works more frequently too (my apologies to those of you who have all of me in your reader – you can just speed by those posts, lol!)
Since I am re-energizing today, I will post my latest poetry work and a favored photo or two from here or there. I hope that by changing this pace, I will still continue to write things of value and resonance for you, build up my writing behind the scenes which my future dreams hang upon, and get some much needed rest. It is at this point I envy those with some slight mania in their personality mix, or who are freed from the bonds of daily office work! Alas, we work with the twenty-four hours a day that we have 🙂
If I were a melody in your mind, how would you write me?
In Adagio perhaps, as in the best way to approach.
Would you linger over Staccato, to match your heartbeat in my presence?
And although some may prefer Delicato,
It seems best paired with Appassionato, as two hearts enfold into one.
With tempo written, how would then you elicit my sound?
Gentle finger strokes upon ivory, scaling the highs and lows
Lovingly drawing a bow long and slow across heartstrings, echoing
Would you form the strong embouchure required of the reeds and brass
Or be the pounding, driving force holding together the pace found in the percussion line.
How would I sound in your mouth, now that my pace and tone are established?
A siren call of the torch singers of renown – smoky, low and sensual?
As emotional as an aria in the delivery of a stellar tenor declaring fidelity?
Would I be longing, desire and regret undertones in the wail of the blues?
Maybe, I would just be a jazzy, off-key tune you hummed under your breath with a smile.
However you would craft the melody of me
It would always be our background score
Most likely ever-changing, just as we
But always our own, very personal
Thank you as always for reading me and sharing a portion of your limited time on the things that I produce. I value it very much.