Playing & Chilling

A man with long sandy hair from Jacksonville

Some people trash talked him, said “you never will

amount to anything man,”

but he ended up fronting a band

Singing his heart out w/his mic in his hand

burning life’s candle at both ends

playing and chilling with all his rowdy friends

By: J.N.R Dutton

One thing I have learned as a blogger, is not all connections who start out w/you will continue with you. Nonetheless, that doesn’t discourage me from blogging, I continue to immensely enjoy blogging, actually. Connections may come & go, but may my creative passion stay fueled forever. I do continue to appreciate the connections who are still w/me after all this time.

Posting Break

I will be taking the rest of the week off, doesn’t mean I won’t be writing poetry at all, just that I won’t be posting any poems for the rest of the week. I have never liked pressure (even self imposed) to write, creativity (in it’s truest sense) can’t be forced.

I will keep a notepad or something nearby to jot ideas as they come, and share the results later.

I think the break from posting will be helpful to my process.

Petals

About how one person’s trash is another’s treasure

flower petals scattered round

on a crowded Mexican street,

People en masse

passing by,

trampling them under their feet

Til a woman begins gathering them up,

working in the bitter Mexican heat

She takes them home and affixes them

to a canvas, arranged so beautifully & neat

She adds a special sealant,

to set them permanently,

Then sells her petal collage @ a market

To get her family food to eat

By:J.N.R Dutton