Compose more quality poetry

And so, alas, I reserve it. And must hold on to the six poems for 28 days before I mail it, since they don’t accept submissions during the summer months. The good thing is I made myself compose a villanelle and a sonnet. That was good poetical exercise.

I have already read a half-dozen books this year…

Unlike dreaming, these are somewhat vicarious intellectual, emotional experiences in the world…
yet like dreaming, these are fantastic journeys with no real tangible proof… which makes them even more substantive in a very existential sense.
I feel increasingly less and less guilt about consuming my attention with such inward experiences… knowing life and reality to be simply what is made of them, and knowing life and reality to be simply inferior to find meaning in these dreams…

Life is but a dream…
We often life most well this way.

I see the way a poet lives. It is in the absurd search for truth… Consciousness put to creativity… Is is finding inspiration in all things… from the joyful to the miserable… whatever it may be…
It is giving power to the heart of things… whatever the quality of emotion.

So I continue to turn the eye inward, as is my preference… and make of this experience something beautiful if not only for embellishing the mysteriousness of it all.
Subjective, yes…
Still creative.