A Little At A Time

Laugh a little

It’s all it takes
To wake the happiness
Sleeping in your soul

Cry a little

To spill a few tears
And make some room
For sweeter thoughts

Love a little

To open the door
And show the world
Your beautiful heart

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Writing Mood

Why does writing sometimes depend on one’s mood?
I’d surely like to write everyday
but I’m not a happy everyday person.
And even on those gloomy days
that might inspire soul-reaching verses,
the passion flits away
like a moth who lost sight
of the light.

Is there a trick or a shortcut?
I’d love to fill my pages
every time my hands begin itching
to reach for the pen.
There must be a wellspring somewhere
for writers like me –
to draw out some want,
some motivation
to dirty a blank slate.

I have the heart of a writer,
but my hands are too attached
to my brain.
I need a machine to feed me
the words I need to create
the pages I want to read.

Where’s my machine?

Instructional

big step

big

bigger

front kick high block

good

ready

nine

ten

eleven

left hand top shoulder

go

understand?!

– yes sir!

faster

bigger

stronger

louder

understand?!

– yes sir!!

step back

front leg

right hand

twist open hip

hiyaaa!!!

– hiyaaaaa!!!!

understand?!

– yes SIR!!!!!

Again!  AGAIN!!!

…sweat…sweat…sweat…

good job

high ten

…smiles…