A friend lent me a book, “Happiness is an inside job” by Dr. Sylvia Boorstein. It’s about “practicing for a joyful life”. Not my usual reading material – there’s no time travel (so far), robots, or military strategy I can apply at work (for fun). But because I’m trying to live outside of my comfort zone, I cracked it open.
As I leafed through the book and tried reading pages, I got distracted by the last words in each sentence. Those words – wisdom, world, benevolent, despair, steadfast and others – jumped up and waved at me. I found myself jotting them down, rearranging them, and adding my own words. After 20 min, I had three poems and a collection title. Poem titles are simply the page number where Dr. Boorstein’s words reside in their end-of-line positions. Here’s the start:
From Found Words Rise the Tasks of Messengers
p. 1 a conversation in illness
this heart stopped
and a bell rang
for an inconvenient end
other than human,
his image steadfast –
a lifetime feels
in a well-asked world
and breed benevolent despair
Woo hoo – personal best! Created this one in 15 minutes. I was supposed to be running through standard classical piano exercises (that I assigned myself tonight) but it was soooo boring and frustrating that I became distracted by other music in my head. Know what else is boring and frustrating? Titling things: music, poetry, stories, children. I may just switch to numbering using Stardates (based on pacific time). This one would be Stardate 92825.03:
I composed this when I was 19, a really long time ago if you believe in the concept of chronological time. There were lyrics, but I have no idea where they are. All I remember is one line: I will follow the moonlight. I expect that rest of the lyrics when found will prove maudlin and immature – blech. Maybe I shouldn’t look for them.