Inspiration?

[Tref]

Originally Posted by Eliza Hodgkins 1812

and inspired by my filthy glasses, the lenses of which never seem to stay clean...

Tortoise Shell Negotiators ...

Yer words skate like the finga's of Vince Guaraldi.

[Tref]

Originally Posted by Tref

Yer words skate like the finga's of Vince Guaraldi.

Whateverthehellthatmeans.

[blueerica]

So the topic should be A Rewarding Task, but quite frankly, I can't think of anything. Could such a simple theme be so difficult? I suppose so.

There are a number of rewarding tasks; those that the very task is it’s own reward, those that you get a reward for upon completion (a bounty, some might say), and those which have rewards only in knowing that they’re checked off some arbitrary list I’ve made up. (Oh, I have many!)

For me, the most rewarding of tasks usually fall in the first category. Instant gratification, and most everyone, I think, would take that option. Drawing, though it has been so long since I’ve done it for pleasure, is a task that fits within those parameters. But, what’s even better about that task is that the final result, the end product, becomes a reward matching or even surpassing the reward of the doing.

Completion holds its own sweet reward, does it not? Sometimes – okay, most of the time – I over-analyze my finished works, be they writings or drawings, and the reward diminishes as I ruminate over missed strokes and missed words. The worst, for me, is the spraying of fixative over fine layers of dust, finalizing it, only to notice an oversight in shading or landscaping. It’s nice that Little Red Riding Hood now looks as though she is prancing off a cliff, instead of into a beautiful, full forest. (i.e. more than the first few rows of trees, Erica!)

OR – The post that goes through, as my right hand and index finger clicks (so gently) the submit button. A flash of panic as in my mind’s eye, I see the mistake I made. Misspeaking, misspelling, or otherwise misrepresenting what should have been a great post, idea, poem (Oscar Wilde once said “A poet can survive anything but a misprint.”). Hit the Q-edit button! It might not help me before someone might lay eyes on what I’ve said, what mistakes I’ve made. OH! Why am I so hard on myself?







But I must say – completing THIS task, writing about rewarding tasks – is completed, and the reward is mine!


When’s the next topic coming, CP?

[Cadaverous Pallor]

Loneliness is the realization that we can never truly be with another intellect.

Didn't the Borg Queen warn Picard of this fate?

Surround yourself with people
with occasions and outings and adventures
shared past cultivates similar outlook
but still they can't see how you see
think how you think

We strive for that moment.
A fresh personality walks in
tentative discussion, small talk hellos
courtesies and halting attempts to reach out
something triggers, gains momentum, avalanching
looking into this new friend's eyes and seeing agreement

in those moments, I wish I could catch their hands in mine
dance 'round and 'round without tune or meter
laughing exalting praising yelling
"I have found someone I feel connected with!"
sure, they
never visited your hometown
dislike your favorite food
or perhaps enjoy listening to country music

BUT STILL
they like this and this and this
they read my philosopher
owned Hungry Hungry Hippos
agree on dating etiquette
have a brain and a heart and a wit

excitement for future memories
anticipation to just talk
remembers past friendship flare-ups
knows this is brief so clings fast
the click, the spark, the knock
jump on it before it goes

and the best, the absolute best
is when the differences are intriguing
leading to new concepts and outlooks
hence the excitement, adventure
reacting, transforming
giving and taking
an intercourse of the mind

This scares off the loneliness for a while
kindred in thought and deed
eyes and grins wide
attuned, learning, growing - together.

[€uroMeinke]

Fire
Earth
Water
Air

Will you
Burn me
Burry me
Drown me
Asphyxiate me?

Or

Will you
Warm me
Nourish me
Wash me
Let me breath?

How will our elements combine,
Complement or contradict?

Between us will we ever find
The elusive Quintessence
That immeasurable element sublime
That defies all detection?

It’s the drug we both seek
To be more complete
So we break ourselves down
And expose all our parts

Revealing our rawest of elements
To mix and commingle
To see if together a new element
Can be born.

[Eliza Hodgkins 1812]

I will read through these, and contribute, when I can wrap my head around it. I'm all blankety blank lately. Love the thread, though!

[Flubber]

This is quiet
Not peace, just quiet
Sit near me and share

This is talk
Small at first, then more
There is meaning in words

This is love
Shared, not stolen
A precious gift

This is time
Fast with you, not with me
I need more

This is life
Quiet talk, loving times
If not for you I would sit alone

[wendybeth]

Really great thread, CP!

When I'm not brain dead, I may throw in some prose. Can't do poetry- I appreciate it, but it doesn't appreciate me.

[lindyhop]

Originally Posted by wendybeth

Really great thread, CP!

I second that. I love reading all the contributions. One day I'll come up with something.

Originally Posted by wendybeth

When I'm not brain dead, I may throw in some prose. Can't do poetry- I appreciate it, but it doesn't appreciate me.

There are always prose poems.

[blueerica]

In a second
we met
lives intertwining
you said hello,
but I said no
and yet, you persisted anyway.
Thank you.