Almost. 

I did some reflecting on my 2020 intention setting poem. Remember that one? It was "I Will Be A Corpse Whale". You can read it here. I wrote it's second response poem tonight. 

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Sometimes my traditional MBA courses make me irate as hell. 

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I'm holding a paradox in my heart on this one. I do, sincerely wish for peace and joy and comfort to you this holiday season, and, I believe we could be doing a better job. My poem today carries a bit of my sadness from some things I heard in the news report today. 

Check out my inspiration for this ekphrastic poem here: https://www.artistaday.com/?p=143815.  Arielle Pytka is the artist. I've written quite a few poems about the concept of clowns and this might be my favorite. Thanks again to Rattle for inspiration on ekphrasitc poems. 

A collum lune and a self-portrait poem. 

I think I lived a past life at sea. 

Here's a shadorma I wrote today with the prompt "write a poem about permanence". 

Some encouragement. 

To nurture is powerful. 

Write your legislators. Write your legislators. Write your legislators. Vote. Vote. Vote. Talk to each other. Explain why his death was wrong. Read a book to learn why his death was wrong. Read a book about whiteness. Watch a webinar about anti-racism. Listen to a podcast about racism. Talk to each other. Write your legislators. Vote. Vote. Vote. I will too. 

As I was about to fall to sleep last night, I had this vivid "lucid dream" as my friend, Meg, mentioned such dreams might be called, where I dreamt I was soon to die. I went through a myriad of emotion and ultimately settled on an "awshucks" reaction. Once I landed there, I was able to drift on into sleep. In the morning, I was thinking about poems about death. In 2018, my last poetry go-round, I hesitated to write many poems about deep, difficult, or sad type of poems. This year, I'm resolved to not shy away from real and difficult topics, even if they may be a downer. My intention is to be anchored in the human experience and avoid fluffing up the sharp bits. And with that intention, I give you the second poem of 2020: "Death Sits Behind My Eyelids".