Of Nature and Inspiration

Have you ever had this happen before?

Inspiration strikes:

An author brings words to life, everything flows, there’s an intuitive nature to it; harmony. It’s poetry fused with knowledge and drama.

More beautiful than anything you’ve ever writ, but still makes you wanna try, because it’s not stuck up writing.

It fills you, though, with a longing, an empty knowing that you could never reach that benchmark, or worse you may just end up producing a subpar imitation.

Still you know you’ll try, and you know that instead of finding fulfillment in your words, it will only ever increase that longing to try.

Today you realize that instead of trying to put it all down on paper, in the immediacy of the moment, what you really need, what will say how you feel without saying anything at all, is to simply go for a walk outside.

Under the canopies, amongst the birds and the wind, the shaking of leaves, trickling creeks, and distant traffic swells. Leave it all behind. Because in the hugeness of outside is where inspiration, real, unique inspiration strikes. Outside is where everything is said, without saying anything at all.

By the way, the book? The author? The Overstory by Richard Powers.

Old Man Tree Frog (A Poem)

Took a walk to visit with the frog that lives in the tree.

Gambel oak to be exact.

But he had turned in as we were walking up.

The branches thick with fuzz, leaves turning crispy and yellow and brown, green splotches and spindly spines.

The earth moves in a post drizzle dance

we wait under the canopy for the old frog to come back out

and croon in the night.

He sings:

I’m sorry sweetie, it’s time to say good-bye.

I’m going back to killing my time

faded, in my memories, telling myself ev-ery thing’s

gonna be alright.

randomly rambling

Im just trying to be genuinely

present, here with you.

And that’s when I realize, I gotta live the moment before I write about it.

Carried Away (A Poem)

Carried Away

Scattered leaves,
various shades of chrome-yellow, and currant,
stream endlessly, carried away by the current
over and over again leaves pass, not
too dissimilar to discern the difference.
However, without the underlying knowledge that
there is change, there would only be insanity –
Still, the water, seamlessly drifts –
flashes of silver and white water rush to
the surface, rippling wakes
that never completely dissipate,
but eventually reach the shore.
It’s like this.
BNSF thunders and howls,
trees thrash,
wind ripples molecules
and you sit, sturdy enough to
not fall over, though on the edge
of some kind of breakthrough
that just gets missed and
carried away like the

breath on the wind.

Somewhere Between – A Poem Daniel Flosi/Buddhadoshā — Vita Brevis

Poem published by Vita Brevis, the Modern Poetry Magazine

via Somewhere Between – A Poem Daniel Flosi/Buddhadoshā — Vita Brevis

Hey guys, check it out my first ever publication! Thanks so much to Brian at Vita Brevis for giving my poem the wonderful platform and opportunity. I’m still having a tough time believing it. And honestly it couldn’t have happened without all of your guys’ support as well, so thank you to everyone, your support really means a lot