When you write, something good happens.
Sometimes.
After you've sweat blood for it.
You can tell when its good because it sizzles, then pops, like popcorn, that, it pops and off the page. There's no sound but your bones know it. When writing is good you want to reread the words. But making beauty is hit or miss.
Never mind...try.
So then you think 'what if...'?
What if my bmac tribe and me make something together?
That sounds fun!
So I make it happen like this:
The seed word is: 'confidence'.
You told me your version - what confidence means to you, how you cope when it's low, or crumbled, how you get it back. (One lovely thing we all have in common is that we all find it, lose it and manage to find it again. Yay!)
Who participated? Every time I post, I smear my soul across the page. With that much intensity, a few supporters have a gut reaction. Most email their thoughts, some call. If, by any means, you reached out in the last few weeks, then I asked you to play with me. Some, I reached out to.
All's you had to do was grant me permission to hear you out, take notes, drop your words into the bag of imagination, shake it, post it.
Line by line - I mushed, mashed and then strung those conversations together and WE came up with the gem below. Those there are YOUR words, tumbled and smushed together with mine. (Part of the bag of imagination is added sprinkles).
This, what we wrote, you might read then reread because once polished, it went....
POP!
Pat yourself on the back, you poet, you. Print it. Tape it on your fridge. Tell people this: "Today, I made beauty!"
Because you did.
We did.
Yay!
PS: World too heavy? Aching to lighten up? Want to play? With wild pony DJW? I am always close, one great idea away. If you didn't reach out in the last few weeks, then it is NOT too late to be part of this. If you have thoughts on 'confidence', then reach out. I will adjust the post. Now, tomorrow or next week. If you do not want to play with me, I love you anyways. If you do want to play and have zero thoughts around 'confidence', life is still good! There will be many more fun things. Your opinion counts. You count.
CONFIDENCE by the DJW Wild Pony Collective
February 2023
There was a time when I could not feel my own heart
when I borrowed
one from everyone else
a tired visitor who left without messing bedsheets
the key at the door.
Respect for everybody but myself.
There was a time when I could not be my own heart
it was too much to ask
a ghost
so new to the sun
afraid to do
anything so new
so
eager
not to be seen.
Something shifted.
There came that time
when it was harder to betray my heart
with lies
than standing small.
Now is the time.
That's all hearts want
you know,
to be enough
to be
I am
here
look now look at this on my sleeve
a bring - it - on light
yes, from, in, of ...me
flickering beside those brave enough
to say they fumble too
all of us spinning closer to a centre of gravity
just for having tried.