Definitive resistance to discipline,
or established routine. “I can’t
write today because my hair won’t
stay in place when I comb it.”
If engaged in overtime, might
become all out revolution. “I
used to write, but it wasn’t fun,
so now I watch tv and comb
Occasional resistance can be
a good thing. “I threw out that
comb and plan on playing today,
who cares about my hair anyway?”
Can actually spark new ways of
thinking and being. “I overheard
the neatest story while I was playing
and just had to come home and write
it all down. It is really funny, and I
had such a good time doing it. Can’t
remember why I stopped writing.”
Regularly planned rebellion could
be redefined as an Artist’s Date that
revitalizes discipline and routine.
“Boy, I really needed the break. I can
feel all kinds of writing ideas rolling
around, just beneath my hairline.”
Elizabeth Crawford 4/22/11
In a way, that is what happened the day I was picking up sticks, a ritual, a dance, or a game. The ideas got loose, and new thoughts, or second thoughts flooded my brain. Nice write! Couldn’t wait to read it!
Annell, I used to feel guilty, even apologetic for my rebel tendencies. Now see them as one of my most endearing qualities, at least to my own person, lol.
Oh this is such a good poem. I love all the inner dialogues, and relate best to “who cares about my hair anyway”, hee hee, being a wildish sort myself. Love it, Elizabeth!
From one wildish sort to another, I understand completely. Thanks for being so steadfast, Sherry,
Cleverly written, Elizabeth. One can find all kinds of reasons not to write, I think. I don’t accept any of them. LOL. NOR do YOU!
Nah, I don’t. Too much to write about, and so little time to do it. And glad you feel and do the same,