Bitter Pills, Breathing Spaces

I came home today with an assignment: finish a 100-page book and note the lessons gained from reading it. The book was no stranger to me. I discovered it many years ago and I'm happy to say that I'm still able to live its principles, although a bit rough around the edges -- well, at least, for the last four years or so.


I always referred to Fish as the more down-to-earth version of The 7 Habits. However, the assignment has refreshed my memory about one poem entitled "Faith" by David Whyte. It is featured on page 44 of the said book. Hope you will indulge me as I share this and maybe you will find yourself loving it like I do.

For my first re-post from my clandestine and now, 170-page e-diary, I've decided to make public one of the poems I've written over eight years ago. I don't want to say how and what inspired me to create it but you can probably gauge once you've finished reading it.

I started writing poems and short stories when I was in high school, around junior year. My poems never fell into any acceptable patterns like a sonnet or a haiku. I just wrote. I paused where I needed to. I never cared for any rhythm or rhyme. Even the length. Just as long as it makes sense to me. That was my writing style. It's raw in many ways but like any first-time writers, you begin in that state then eventually grow into where you feel most comfortable. I haven't gotten to that place yet because, like I mentioned in my previous entry, I'm too critical about my own writing that the compulsion to edit sometimes overpowers the context.

Anyway, without further ado, I give you one of my poems entitled "Everywhere But Nowhere." Read on and as always, let me know what you think.



c,')

xoxo, l.p.