with thanks to Ruth Ayres at SOS – Sharing Our Stories: Magic in a Blog, for reiterating this truth: “Habit is essential for writers. If we develop a habit that allows us to enter into writing, then we will write more often.” She encourages the “magic” community to pay attention to the routines that make blog writing happen.
I am a morning writer. I love the rich, dark silence of the sleeping world around me, the freedom to hear my own uncluttered thoughts, the anticipation of gifts from the burgeoning day. I love the neighbor’s rooster, how his loud crowing wafts through the stillness; there are a few roosters in this neighborhood and sometimes they echo each other in a chorus of wild, rustic, joyful aliveness. It is a song of my soul. For a second, I have a sense of my young grandfather a hundred years ago, preparing for his farm chores, walking the fertile land he cultivated and loved all of his life, as darkness turns to light.
And so I write.
An acrostic, for Day Sixteen of National Poetry Month
Hallowed
Are these moments
Before the dawn
Immersed in words
The breathings of my being
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Hallowed, indeed. I love the sounds of the morning.
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Oh Fran, this is just lovely. Your introduction is gorgeous. A prose poem actually. I have sometimes tried to write prose before I get to the poem and so you reminded me to try this. Years and years ago when I was younger I would write so easily and with better flow …..now it takes more thought but maybe I am listening to that critic voice too soon. My girlfriend is a wonderful writer and she gets up and writes from 4 -6 am of course she is in bad by 8 usually!! I have a chaotic schedule these days so I grab the moments I can but the habit which I am enforcing on myself this month I hope to continue because the flow seems to be returning. Now if I would just begin a blog. I am going to come back to your blog for inspiration!
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I am honored that you would draw inspiration from my blog, Janet – that is a gift of this day! Thank you for your heartening reply – and oh yes, that flow can be so, so evasive. The days it returns in full force are like miracles!
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This is just beautiful, Fran. I agree with Janet that your introduction is a poem in itself. I also love the morning for writing. For me it’s not a rooster, but a wren, who sings in the morning every day.
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A little wren can sing with such a BIG voice! I have finches in a nest here on the front door wreath – they are happy little songbirds with FIVE eggs – two have hatched! There’s a poem for the hatching in that, as well. Thank you, Rose.
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You know just the right words and form to use every time. It is a treat to read your blog.
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I do like playing with form. Sometimes I have an idea right away and other times I am thinking… let’s just see… a lot of it is experimenting. Thank you 🙂
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You’ve put me right there, in this moment of calm, of clarity, of collection. And I love the way you invoke the memory of your grandfather, picturing him in that same pre-dawn time, and the way you manage to both convey the wild joy of the roosters with the tranquility of a world still asleep. Loved it. You’re also inspiring me to think more about the habits I might develop as a writer…
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This was so lovely to read on Saturday morning. You describe your morning so beautifully.
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Thank you so much, Terje!
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Good morning, my morning writing buddy! I love how this puts us right beside you, sensing the morning just beginning and your grandfather beside you.
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Hello, Ramona, morning-writing friend! I so appreciate your thoughts about our shared habit. And about my grandfather, to whom I was very close. I loved his old stories.
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Habit seems such a utilitarian word to be lifted to such poetic heights, but you did it!
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Well… it is about writing habits… made it so much easier! Many thanks, Diane.
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Oh, your poem is so beautiful. I used to think acrostic poems were just “busy work” for kids. But now that I am older, I realize my mistake. Meaning comes in unlimited forms.
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Many thanks, Tammy – the acrostic is an ancient, amazing form! I have taken to using it often.
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Mmmm…your poem just feels like peace and creativity. Makes me want to dive deeply into those quiet morning moments.
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Thank you, Julie!
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Oh…how i love imagining this, ” have a sense of my young grandfather a hundred years ago, preparing for his farm chores, walking the fertile land he cultivated and loved all of his life, as darkness turns to light.” Too beautiful even for words… morning brings light, and so do your words. XO
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So grateful for you and your words, Nanc ❤️
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Mmm. Sounds of the morning. And memories. Beautiful.
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