Gods, Heroes, and Monsters

Cheers to a fun experiment I started last year, but I am still committed to completing this year! #25daysofpoetrychallenge.

I, and ex-undisciplined-noncommittal-artist used to be a poster-procrastinator and - I thought, e n t i r e l y b e y o n d hope. But here we are now. After wrestling with myself for months, I think I’m ready to work on this longer project and continue to challenge my assumptions about how long I can “stick with things”.

In exploring different ways to get myself to write daily, I decided to let go of the responsibility to find a subject matter at the end of the 25 days. I was exhausted. Sooo, I let chance decide for me. I found my nearest book, an “art history encyclopedia” of sorts, opened it to a random page, and pointed to it with my eyes closed...simple! The topic was “Gods, Heroes, and Monsters”, so (you guessed it) that’s what this wordscape is going to be about!

I selected some keywords/phrases from the section I randomly picked to somewhat guide and to flavor my poem:

vegetation temple statues. priests and worshippers. bravest and strongest. warriors. lover of beautiful sea nymphs. his blood was transformed. into a river, into the sea. palace. throwing rocks. unheard warnings, undying personas. the fall. Venus and dolphins. evil. darkness. destroy. all good. light. purity. truth. goodness.

My goal was to maximize fun and creative freedom, while still staying connected to the topic. I hope you enjoy it, find it interesting, get confronted, confused, curious! But more than anything, I hope I can inspire you to flow in a playful way - no matter what you’re working on, or how much of a pain in the butt it might be to begin and to keep going at it!

Temple statues now

Lonely and forgotten

Mounds of moss sorrow stricken

With frost

Of a thousand years, of cold shoulders

Heart winters...

Wild how essential things can find homes in trash bins

With time.

V e G e T a t i O n

Finds its way into any anything! no holes

Are out of bounds

And circulation becomes meditation

With time…

Plants can be very successful.

They can,

Lay down in weird angles

On difficult terrain: sit still in small, awkward corners of kissing-rocks

Stick like glue to sad (now invisible) things

They can

Breathe where people DIED.

Springy crowds like happy daisies used to live in ancient cities that now we know salts about.

“Vegetation temple statues” is all I know

From boxes with daisies that laugh at nothing and tell me nothing

If only I could change the channel - Ancient anything!

feels like from someplace else and,

Knowing that

I feel

I must

Go...

To priests and worshippers?

Maybe not.

(more to be added soon!..)

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