The Marathon journey is in its fourth year. Just Enjoy Yourself is the current incarnation. Let’s do it!
On June 11, the Marathon was at home again. The day started off gloomy, rainy, and stormy – by the time I finished up in the afternoon it was sunny again, though more storms on the way. It’s been hot and humid. Thunderstorms, take note, it’s a perfect environment for you!
I’ll scatter some photos of my back yard throughout the post for you to look at.
Here’s a bush I know nothing about (though I should, we planted it, some years back) and I have always liked the leaves, but I have no memory of these grape-like clusters being so prominent or luxuriant as they are this year. Really beautiful, I think.
Additionally, we have reorganized some of the rooms and/or their functions in our house. For one thing, I have moved my “office” into my art studio space and now have a combined room for all my work. We did this since my husband will be working at home pretty much all the time now and it made good sense for using the space in our house. Pay attention – this change is related to one of the poems I wrote today.
New view while writing:
OK, let’s get to the work.
I used a card with cut-out phrases today as inspiration for my work.
Here is a haiku.
Get to work
I say to my ghosts
Haunt me. I’m lonely.
Here is another haiku, inspired by the card, yes, but also by memories of a certain style of clay tile I used to make, that to me looked like it could have been taken from an archaeological dig. What if I took a few of them to a museum and said I found them in a cave in my backyard…???
a fresh artifact
among the ancient clay tiles
Who slipped it in place?
A tanka from the phrase card.
today would have been plain dull
but screams from upstairs
spiced up a sentence structure
bogged down in weak adjectives
And here is the poem involving the new studio/office arrangement. The cat really likes it, and he’s been coming down here to sleep on whatever table I’m not working at. I like it too. It’s companionable to have him here with me.
the cat sleeps
sprawled on the sketchbook
a blank page
claws curl scratch the thick paper
scrawling out his dream
I hope everyone is well and in good spirits. Thank you for reading!