As if a fog has been lifted? Like you want to shout halleluia! because all of a sudden everything makes (more) sense and all of the trees look so vivid?
No, I'm not intoxicated.
Lately I've just been able to think more poetically. Like I look at a photograph or out the window, and start feeling the scenes. Or something reminds me of a place I've been, and it all comes piling back into my consciousness (why do I feel the urge to end this sentence with "dude"?).It's been a while since I've been inspired and lucid. Of course, it hasn't translated into much actual poetry, but hopefully soon. Coincidentally, I am planning to put my book manuscript out of commission for a while, due to major construction. I'm taking the summer off to revise (and to do a few other little things *wink*).
Maybe this is all because of Fall. Maybe I feel like this every year, and then forget about it. Justin, I will have some red leaf pictures for you after this weekend. The Cuyahoga Valley is on fire (and not due to pollution).
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And I promise to send you a copy of any and all poetry that comes of seeing those pictures. Hell, I might just send you some of the ones that have come already.
*Wink* *Wink*
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