One Year

Tomorrow is the first anniversary of this blog. I think there are already more than three hundred sixty-five poems up and posted… but tomorrow will be the anniversary. I wish I had something profound to say but…

I have learned a lot more about blogging and bloggers in the last year. I have made plenty of mistakes and have my share of regrets. However, it has been an interesting experience. Posting rough drafts every day is a strange thing. Usually the impulse is to only share finished work that you are at least somewhat proud of. This is something entirely different. I really just wanted to have a place where I had a space to work with the potential for feedback and a minimal vague sense that I had to write for someone every day.

I think that there are a some interesting possibilities if I continue this blog. I really enjoyed the Desert Abbey but I feel I need to manage it better. I would love to do another interview… maybe even as a regular feature. And of course, I have been considering editing some of the poems already posted as another exercise.

I have to say though, that I really miss Planaquarium. I hate that he deleted his blog instead of just ceasing to post. He was like a master among a sea of sometimes really good poets. He posted things that had form and polish and meaning and cadence. He often shook me to the bone. His words made me weep. I hate that I did not copy and paste every one of his poems onto my hard drive. I would pay good money to have some of his work. If I had done nothing else this year… this blog was worth it just because I got to read some of his poems. Wherever you are sir… I pray that you are well. I am not ashamed to say: live long and prosper.

I have met quite a few people through the blog (far more than I imagined I would). Some of you e-mail me. Some of you text me. Some of you call me. And of course there are the comments. I appreciate the anonymity and what it allows me to write and I know that there is a time for everything. It is unlikely I would write much in this way with my own name. Does that make me a coward, smart, or a realist? Maybe a little of all three.

Granbee, you have written more comments than anyone. But you do not settle for volume. You surprise me with your consistent thoughtfulness. Thank you.

Caddo, your empathy and kindness is astounding. I hope that I am not too crass and insensitive. Oh, and I really do think your writing is getting even better.

Nicole, oh Miss Story… what can I even say? You make me laugh. You have impeccable taste in many things. You are honest in a way that I rarely am. You speak from the heart often about the heart. Your poem in the Desert Abbey was fabulous. I hope you write some more. Also, your dog is adorable and you look great in that dress.

Kharma, you may have been the first person in my whole life to actually write me a poem. Your writing often makes me uncomfortable. It is filled with passion and angst. It conveys feeling in a very powerful way. Your poems in response to my poems will always remain a landmark in the history of my life. Be well.

David, we don’t do a lot of chatting– just the occasional comment or two on each other’s blog. But none the less, you are a blogging inspiration to me. You consistently publish beautiful and poignant poetry. You find amazing pictures to go with them. You have some of the best quotes of the day on the whole internet. You write short stories as well. And I love your style. I wish you well and look forward to more of your work.

Authored Angioplasty, you really write interesting poems. Your pacing and content that go together in ways I would have not realized possible… it is exquisite. You don’t always publish all that often. But when you do it is so good… that I still check your blog almost every day.

Que, I don’t even know how to pronounce your screen name. Your poetry, however… words cannot express… You say things in verse that I think and feel. Your poetry doesn’t just challenge or inspire me (as do other’s), it resonates with me. You say things that I would say and it shocks me. I love what you do. I pray that you keep doing it. I feel like I should say more… but words fail…

Frisky Bunny, I don’t know if you go by that any more but I have enjoyed your writing from the beginning. May your secret burrow not remain so secret. I wish you would publish more. You really are quite good.

Mr. Bergh, your blog is one of the one’s I have followed the longest. You write about love and life and things you feel in a way that makes it real for others. Thank you. I hope you are well.

There are other’s of course, newer ones. Clown On Fire, Madame Weebles, Sunlit Rain, and on and on and on. I keep finding new bloggers. Some are poets, some are humourists, some are photographers, some are a combination of many things. I could not begin to mention them all. But I think the point is that over this year it is other writers that have really stood out to me. That is what has made this experience worthwhile. In the end, after all, it is other people who really matter.

I do not know what will happen in the next year– not in life, nor in this blog. This, however, I know, other people will be important. Let us not forget.

17 thoughts on “One Year

  1. Wow and WOW. My 1st anniversary is also coming up (I’m planning a party and you’re invited), and I’ve been fretting over what to write–your post today certainly puts my draft notes to shame. Wow–you’ve always been such a mystery (and of course, I’ve gone the other direction–“Miss Transparency”). I had backed off commenting/visiting here, as I thought I’d offended you–so I see it as a God-thing that I’m here today. I, too, have such fond feelings for the group that started at the same time–and I really appreciate the ones who stuck with me, including yourself. Re Planaquarium–I agree, what talent!!! And his/her disappearance led another blogger and I to pledge that we would offer an “adios”, if not a full explanation–should we elect to quit–unless of course we croak; in that case, if the one remaining is aware, that person will let y’all know of the sad passing. So that’s the plan. I’m glad you’re still here, Soul Walker–I didn’t realize you were posting rough drafts everyday, assumed they were finished work–so that’s interesting to me, and I truly hope you’ll keep writing here. Why not?!! I’m still amused that you say my work is getting “better”–my posts in the beginning of CV were from decades ago, so I should hope my current work reflects vast improvements. Well, I’ve taken up too much space here–congratulations on a year of poetry. God bless you abundantly (if I can say that without getting into trouble again)–and I feel cheekily compelled to say: “Cheers”! (Now I really need to get crackin’ on a party-post for Aug 30.) love, Caddo

  2. A Soul Walker,
    I’m touched that you thought about me. I have told you this before, but yours is one of the only poet blogs I follow… But I’ve been thinking about that one lately… I’m pretty sure now that I am following one kind fellow humanist, and even if I do not comment regularly on your blog, I read you often, and wish you the best for your second year!
    Happy anniversary!
    Your friend, Le Clown

  3. My apologies on such a belated reply! Happy Blog Anniversary! I would have never guessed to be included in your post itself and truly it is an utmost delight of a fan that I am feeling now! =) Yes, I will outwardly say it is a selfish wish, but a wish all the same to see this blog continue to many years to come =)

    I’m surprised that you connect to what I write because so many times you write what I’m afraid to write, or to even realize out loud and yet reading it through your words somehow lets me live more viscerally and to be more kind to myself and my feelings. I remember when I read your poem comment to “must I go?” it was a strangely beautiful feeling to be understood not just cheered up or praised (which i am grateful as well) but to be actually understood I thank you for that now and always…

    P.S. (It’s Kay-ree-da)

    1. I rarely meet a person who would deny wanting to be understood. And yet people always seem to struggle so hard to connect with each other. We all want to be understood– and we want to be understood completely. But we are terrified to share and even when we aren’t we don’t know how to do it or who it is safe to do it with. And the things we hide the most are the things we want most desperately to share. And some of us turn to words…

    2. I am so glad that I write and my words don’t just fall into space… I am fascinated by the “response poem.” I hope to do, see, hear, and receive more of them. And when they continue…
      p.s.- you really should put a search widget on your site. I totally wanted to reread your poem and what I wrote and well, without a search widget… probably not going to find it for quite some time.

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