Sare Chafin

stumbling through life, poetically

Month: July 2017

Poetic Fridays (in the rain)

It’s hard to feel rushed when rain is cascading down around you. I took the weather as a hint. Today wasn’t meant for me to race through. It was meant for curling up with poetry and playing games with my little ones. It was meant to catch

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up on the chores that weigh me down so I can actually relax on the weekend.

 

 

I needed a simple, rainy day.

Why do I always think I need add more

to everything?

 

 

 

step back from the glass

come out, dance with me

I’ll stream down your face

and erase every trace

of tears

your worries will melt into

the mud at your feet

so when the sun

comes out of hiding

so will you

-what I hear in the rain-

                                -sare chafin

 

 

Writing Lessons (IWSG)

A long time ago I used to take part in the Insecure Writer’s Support Group and it feels like it’s time to join in again. New blog. New writing focus. Same eclectic me.

The question IWSG posted for July is “What is one valuable lesson you’ve learned since you started writing?”

 

Insecure Writers Support Group Badge

 

This is what I’ve learned over the past year:

Write from where you are right now. Don’t be guilty if you change directions. Don’t be afraid to grow or try new genres, if that’s what you know you are supposed to do. Write authentically and don’t let change take your words away.

 

Change doesn’t mean you have to give up.

Shadows don’t mean the light won’t come back.

Stay you and keep writing.

 

 

 

Poetic Fridays

Who knows if this will work for me in the long run, but I currently love the idea of being extra poetic on Fridays. There is just something a bit magically about transitioning out of one week and waiting for the next.

I didn’t live the poetic, wandering sort of life as deeply as I wanted to this week. That may be more because I have ridiculous expectations for myself than me actually not being a poetic wanderer…

I did watch the leaves change from summer green to stormy silver as the clouds built up in the sky. I did write poem after poem. I even read a poetry collection. I didn’t sink into everything though. My mind was racing in to many directions. I squeezed myself into the week’s parameters instead of really living it. Now I am tired and cranky and can’t seem to enjoy the things that I actually accomplished.

 

 

Dear Time,

Where you passing me again
while I was struggling to live?
Do you think that is fair?
You running on while I
can hardly breath deep
enough to say your name?

-sare chafin

 

 

Next week is coming and I have all weekend to work on being present and not feeling squished into a cage of my own making. That is plenty of time. Right?

 

 

 

 

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