sprinkle think

I write the way I write because I have no choice in the matter other than to get out of the way of the words that wish to come dance this very day in this space. This very moment. Tomorrow will be different and yesterday may inform today but it will never dictate what should come. If it tried it would be ignored like some old newspaper stained with grease from the chips it once held. It’s moment has been and gone. Until that is the wind of change blows it once more to be visible in my eye line where a glimpse of the headline prompts my muse to engage in the ritual writes and the door flies open allowing these very words to land here. Now.

 

moment to moment –

Beechwoods’s Autumnal glory

leaves blown in the wind

 

Submission to dVerse OLN in lieu of the Haibun Monday prompt why?

 

 

74 thoughts on “sprinkle think

  1. whimsygizmo says:

    Okay, this title in my email inbox makes me infinitely happy. “Sprinkle Think.” Sigh. Perfection. Imma leave it there awhile, and delight in it. Your haibun is awesome, too. And happy belated birthday, Sir!

  2. scotthastiepoet says:

    Hi there Paul, Good to catch up with your work at last – for me you’ve got the balance and cadence just right here. Strong work, I think which exudes confident use of this form. I’ll be back for more…

  3. alisonhankinson says:

    I am very confused…this happens easily, I like to know why you write and the Haiku even if my head tells me it is in the wrong place. I still haven’t found a beechnut, this poem reminds me, and where’s your like button?

  4. Glenn Buttkus says:

    We writer/warrior poets share so much of our process, and yet, writing is a lonely pursuit ( I do not write well in a room with others–though I did so in college)–like being born, like dying–solo journeys. I am haunted by the old newspaper stained by the grease off the chips. We occupy different spots on the globe, but as I read your words, as I ride your message, I feel at home within your expressions & imagery; shrinking the planet.

  5. kim881 says:

    I can identify with that – ‘no choice in the matter other than to get out of the way of the words that wish to come dance this very day in this space’ – mine invade my dreams and my other down time, for example in the shower. I love the chip paper analogy and ‘the door flies open allowing these very words to land here. Now.’

  6. Sue Anderson says:

    I love a writer writing about his writing. πŸ™‚ Even more, I love the title you gave this. Well done.

    (Glad you got it in yesterday since you skipped the haibun Linky. I wouldn’t want to have missed it.)

    • paul scribbles says:

      It was a tough call…I missed two great prompts in the week and wrote late for them both…only one submission for OLN…I submitted both in error and the host made the choice for me by removing the other. I think it may be the better poem of the two though πŸ˜‰ Thanks for visiting.

  7. Frank Hubeny says:

    It seems to me as if there is little choice as well, although I wouldn’t say no choice, and the words come from somewhere and that is why I think people believe that muses are real.

  8. Bryan Ens says:

    Love your musing on how each day your poetry is different. I find a similar thing in my own writing too. Very often I set out to write one thing, but then (especially if I am writing form poetry), the poem starts to ‘write me’, and both poem and poet come out different in the end.

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