Then I do something I never do but always think of doing…

look at past posts.  One from eight years ago.  A poem.  Long title but voice and command of the lines does something to me.  Write more poetry.. what’s wrong with you?

Finished one.  Written in about 4 minutes.  More verse, I command self….  React to this poem you found.  Me, 8 years ago working at Kunde under unable and fool-born mammet management and ownership… I would write little verses in a small notebook I kept on my person.  Often out in the vineyard, on the mountaintop patio, or in my car on break.  And it was written in the morning, the title suggests…. “From scratch, then.” It specifies.  This is what gets to me, now, at my age and with three kids looking to me for everything… me wanting Bottledaux to be a publishing entity and business and whatever else I can make it.

This poem suggests meditation and struggle, just that… the idea of more and being in a world that YOU write… even if you don’t have the colors keys you can write another song, I tell myself. I read it over and over and see that day, that morning, that verse in this present room.  With me now, at this age.

Interesting I write, “But I don’t think those sheets were ever printed.” What did I mean by that?  And what does it matter if they were printed or not?

Time to get breakfast.  The kids are excited and hungry, and I’m in need of a break from these buttons.  Well over 1000 words for day already…