Thursday, January 14, 2010

Every New Day Seems So New

New day today, I could drag myself out...instead I stay. Wallowing in the newness, the rays of change. They melt the snow, the still seems so strange. I breathe in new air, new life, new hair. Ha, shave off that new part, open the word, get ready my heart. The new day consists of many small things. Beginning tasks, awaking from dreams. Groggy and clumsy I force open my eyes, still not ready to look at the light of the skies. But once its done and all is in sync, I sit in my chair and start releasing the ink--from the pen it flows and captures the thoughts. The feelings, emotions, the rivers, the oceans. They all start to flow. They grow and they grow. Until the light from the shades reminds me to blow---in and out, breathing you see. When you begin writing, even that isn't easy. You pour out your soul and satisfy only yourself. No audience to clap, no books on the shelf. This is the new day, ripe to renew. Just waiting to wake, just waiting for you.

5 comments:

Lily Nightingale said...

I really like this.

P.S. Is the title a reference to Five Iron Frenzy?

They call me Red said...

It IS a reference to the song, which...in my opinion...is the best FIF song ever made.

The poem isn't as much about it, but the title definitely is. Nice catch.

You haven't written in a while. You alright?

Lily Nightingale said...

Thanks, I agree that song is pretty much amazing.

And I'm fine...life's been pretty crazy lately. I've just been juggling a lot of stuff and haven't had time to write. Why do you ask?

They call me Red said...

Good to hear. Just checking up on ya.

Lily Nightingale said...

How have you been? By the way I'm transferring schools and was looking at DePaul University as a choice. Do you know much about the school? I was wondering how do you like living around Chicago?