When I am truly present in the moment, I cannot fail to notice how amazing the world is. Sometimes, words will come to my mind and I might try to capture the small miracle I noticed in a Haiku.
Somehow that feels both right and wrong. Right, because it might inspire others to open their eyes to the world. Wrong, because it feels like I rip a fleeting thought out of the ephemeral world with my typewriter.
This poem captures my internal struggle: Is this idea good enough? Or should I have let it go instead of condemning it to paper for eternity?
I especially love that my typewrite was able to use quite fragile letters for the tender inspiration – and then contrast them with much stronger ones in the last line. We get each other, my typewriter and me.
Have you every tried writing poetry?Take care,
Chris
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