Posted in Info Poem, Poetry, Thought Provokers

A Poetic Moment Pondering the Balance of Daily Blogging

When one first creates a blog ~ especially if  ’tis their first,
They may think they have all they require to succeed,
Perhaps even have an abundance of content prepared that they need,
Which whilst perfectly necessary for the initial stages novelty burst,
Will still leave one at some point with an empty page flailing with one’s worst…

For what most starting a new something tend to forget in the moment,
’Tis that all marathons require rest to be a balanced never forgotten component,
Yet even those that are in the habit of writing already each and every day,
Know there can and near always will be times the divine shall throw elements in our way,
Stopping us from undertaking our desired plans so what we’re manifesting can seraphically parlay…

For even the most perfectly organised of us with content created by the mount,
Can have challenges thrown their way long enough for it to dwindle ‘till out,
Despite ones attempts to stay in front of ones scheduling plans in theory,
Some of life’s challenges can push one beyond ones ability ‘till they’re rather quanked and bleary,
In turn adding frustrations ineluctable to traversing this filipendulous moment less teary.

Thus whilst algorithms and other elements may push one to create what one thinks they require,
Long term it should really be irrelevant unless ’tis what YOU truely desire,
For there needs to always be an element of balance to ones blogging (and sharing),
An element of being mindful to how in ones life overall both physical and sophrosyne’s faring,
As if one’s alamort their blogging attempts may gain a tenebrous nature from your lack of caring…

Now while most of us have moments we tend to forget we’re not amaranthine,
Life always has ways of teaching us heuristic lessons through experiences we glean,
Often at a forced quatervois with an interstice large enough we’ve space to reflect,
Time to acknowledge and heal all we’ve of late tended to forget and neglect,
In our efforts to push through continuing our blogging schedules irrespective of the effect.

Thus for those whom also enjoy the vocation that can be near daily blogging,
Remember to keep it within a humane balance rather than over slogging,
For no-one can enjoy your creations if you cannot create due to burnout,
Taking a lackadaisical weekend to replenish may make robots whirr and ‘shout’,
But ’tis at times necessary for one to continue upon this flippercanorious route.

Posted in Poetry, Thought Provokers

A Poetic Moment of Realignment to Overcome Creative Blocks

When one feels like all their ideas have left them for naught,
Drained of all they believe they require to continue in that they think need be fought,
Sometimes we just need to reconnect with what was our original muse,

Rather than continuing to drag on with whatever we happen to choose…

Thus once one’s a moment to realign and in turn again connect,
With what lies deep within that we’ve managed to thoroughly deflect,
Ideas will again flow easily in a quintessentially seraphic state,
Despite one having thoughts that they all may be way too late.

For though in these styles of moment one may feel like past low moments shall collide,
Increasing the pressure beyond known limits to see if you’ll survive or epically explode,
Though ‘tis not exactly much more than the illusion of one’s thoughts remembering,
All you’ve overcome before this moments attempts to take ones confidence and erode.

Whilst ones path to realignment may be rocky and invisible to all including at times you,
What shall define the evolved and connected path onwards is reliant on abilities to stay true,
To whom you define and subsequently create yourself into henceforth,
Be it lackadaisically done or more proactive following your own way to your north.

Whichever style you choose none of us can succeed upon our chosen paths too well alone,
Unless we’ve a near un-human vigorous drive and laser focus to our alignment with not even a groan,
Thus why for a perfectly supportive element for idea creation projects and an abundance more,

to where ’tis rather inspiring/supportive/loaded with knowledge and rarely a bore!

Posted in Mindful Moments, Nature, Poetry

A Mini Mindful Moment in the depths of a seeds cycle

Picture yourself for this moment a seed ~ warm within the earths soil,
Knowing of nothing else with potential for near anything it can toil,
It slowly starts to sprout growing just a little every day,
Innocently ascending it’s unfurling into the unknown worlds foray…

With elements of pure nearth force pounding through every element of sap,
This tiny little being expanding forth into where ever it can follow sunlight through a gap,
For upon this venture into life and that it may find through it’s place in that lying beyond,
This little one continues through its phase as sproutling, through roots and frond.

Eventually it reaches a point when it basks with ease in the gentle mornings sun,
Focusing on the cooler elements it’s roots enjoy when the midday heat’s no fun…
Replenishing in refreshing nighttime dew drops ’tis its evening reprieve,
‘Till wintertime brings a full retreat within to all whom don’t take their leave.

As sap carries nurture for it throughout every element of its entire life,
Each root tip onwards within seed upwards in stem, branch, twig ,leaf sans strife,
Slowly seraphically soaking all it needs from cooling water to variants of foods,
Long after it grows and flowers seeds pass and it turns towards times broods.

‘Till comes the sobering moment it wilts to the end of its vibrant lifetime,
Bowing to cycles closing number drying leaves floating upon winds chime,
Eventually dissolving to dust molecules supporting others to grow,
Adjourning to its next position in natures multifaceted cycles flow.
Posted in Poetry, Thought Provokers

From Stuck in Mental Mud to Unstoppable: A Writer’s Path to Flow

Flowing as a leaf does upon a twisting, raging river that’s winding eventually to the sea,
Words finding themselves on paper through whatever method the writer does please,
‘Till eventually they run aground into a bank of extra sticky mud,
Getting out of this messing spot is likely to be a mega mouthful of cud.

Yet on one must continue, despite the challenges this moment has created,
For stopping now amidst defeat ’tis not something one wishes demonstrated,
So on one sludges gradually with a deep breath and cup of hope,
Praying evidently that this patch of muck’s not a steep slope.

Element by element one seems to find momentum in their task,
Unaware if their making progress or getting absolutely nowhere fast,
Thus on they drive themselves, determined to be free of their bind,
Free to flow further along the path they’re upon to see what adventure awaits in kind.

Finally they grasp a momentary splash of perhaps illusionary freedom,
Hoping what they perceive ’tis not also sinking or seldom,
One reaches for another word, another grain of momentum,
Rising above this sludge has been nothing but excruciatingly fun.

Eventually, word by word, grain by grain of super sticky sand,
One assesses their progression to unglue their task at hand,
To discover they’ve crafted themselves into an unknown solution,
And freed themselves once again to flow further towards fruition!