July 14, 1987: Beat
I’ve been thinking a lot about my personal writing projects lately. Thanks to the sage advice of Julia Cameron in “The Artist’s Way,” I have taken to journaling most days of the week… and those activities keep me in touch with my inner ticker, while maintaining my balance with Being. Looking through my database of poetic writings, one has jumped out to me tonight, due to the fact that I wrote it precisely 23 years ago. It makes me realize what a very long way I’ve come in this span of time, and how much I have to be thankful for.
It’s one of the few items from “just,” my first poetry collection, which I’ve published so far on this site. Though it touches many nerves for me, and hints at the place and station I’ve come from, somehow it feels good to expose it to the sunshine and fresh air which make up my life at present, with loved ones, friends and comrades many and strong. There was a time, not long ago, when things weren’t looking so good. Even then, the sense of better things to come was bright and clear.
by Roger Darnell
confusion is found
my world is unbound
again I must face
arranging this place
it’s something I dread
but just as I’ve said
this thing must be done
now that it’s begun
my big life grows small
short problems grow tall
’til I in my fears
start changing my gears
spurring ambition
spiting attrition
I know no defeat
my heart must still beat
Copyright Roger Darnell . All Rights Reserved.
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