555 Days... The Continuation

Welcome to 555 Days as a Poet by The Crafty Scribe

Back in 2010, I challenged myself to write a poem or a short verse a day, and post it to a blog. 555 Days as a Poet by The Crafty Scribe is the continuation of the experiment.

I gave myself 18 months to recover from the original daily blog postings, and now, I am ready to start it all over again. Although as I was beginning in the middle of the year, I thought 6 months was too short a time after my last experience.

"If I could complete a year of poems, how about 18 months?" I thought. I worked out that would be 549 days. I could have rounded it up to 550 to included New Years Day 2014, but then I thought I'd go 5 better... to 555 days.

Why 555? According to many spiritual teachers, the number 555 is a sign of change and the flow of energy. I thought it related to the blog. I spent a year writing a poem every day, then rested for 18 months. Now the tide has turned. It's time to begin the flow of words in my life again.

I'm not a trained poet, just an enthusiastic scribe wanting to create something new each day. I don't truly know my stanza from my meter, but I hope to improve and get my poetic license someday! Expect the weird, the strange and the inner workings of the Crafty Scribe's mind. Let's ride the waves once more.

Please pass on the blog address to all your verse and lyrical loving friends. I hope you will join me, and read my daily scribbling.

Wednesday 12 September 2012

"Burrowed" (Entry 74)

In the pet shop of your mind,
you will find,
caged, fed and warm,
a batch of Small Regrets.

Squealing,
Scratching,
Gnawing,
Knowing.

No one wants Them,
but every now and then
They squeak -
to remind you They're there -
and you remember.

How you remember.
Thinking of Them
BIGGER, LOUDER
and more important than
They really are.

They scrape at the surface of
real memories,
biting and burrowing Their way through,
taking the edge off achievements and optimism.

Don't feed Them,
as They expand and
eat Their way into
positive thoughts.
Leaving emptiness - only to be filled by...

...WATCH OUT!

Small Regrets breed if
YOU let Them.
Multiplying and mutating.
Give Them enough space,
They become Sorrow, Guilt,
Grief, Disappointment and
The Monster of Them All -
Failure.


In the pet shop of your mind,
you will find,
a batch of Small Regrets.
Keep them caged.


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Inspired by an exercise on Jani Franck's excellent course
"UnEarth Your Creative Nature".
To find out more about Jani and her creative guidance, and more.

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