Moonday. Waxing Gibbous.
The full moon, here again in three days, can pull our creativity out of us like the tide. It sheds light on parts of us that like to hide in the darkness of our subconscious.
I’ve started a new project. Anyone who knows me would say, “WHAT?! That’s ridiculous!” because until just this week I often complained of doing too much. In one of those epiphany moments while washing the dishes, I finally realized that “I can’t manage to do all the different parts of my life” was a limiting belief, a negative story I’ve been telling myself for way too long. It is good to edit activities, looking closely at what feeds me and what zaps my energy, but that story of ‘can’t manage’ has been shown the door.
This new project is simply giving some definition to something I do already in my ‘spare time’— write poetry. I’m writing a series of ballads to be set to music with a working title ‘Dancing Girl Ballads’. I’m committing to writing twelve. So far I’ve written two. Focusing my poetry writing at the moment to ballads about dancing girls feels like a positive creative limitation that I hope will serve me well.
For this Moonday, what creative projects/ideas/dreams are being illuminated in you? As always, I’d be thrilled if you shared any poetry/art/music/ etc. here with me too, or as a link to your own site.
Here’s Dancing Girl Ballad # 1.
The Missing Child from Pinewood Road
Python hides inside the tree
Gator in the pond
Sherry dances in her bare feet
singing her Sunday songs.
Oleander grows over stuccoed walls
Hemlock in the ditch
Sherry plays with broken dolls
behind the pines they use for switch.
Her legs are blooming yellow blue
her clothes are faded gray
She was looking for Jesus when she met you
and you took her clean away.
Away from the house of hurricane walls
where no one hears the screams
away from the screen porch torn by squalls
where she hid her scribbled dreams.
Gentle Jesus fierce and wild
I can’t feel you near
Look at me a pretty child
Take me from this fear
Sherry sang like a chickadee
Now her face is on the milk
Did you take her down to see the sea?
Did you buy that gown of silk?