All Manner Of Things – 27th June 2026

The trepidation is acute
I ain’t got no motivation
Not even for a haiku
It’s verging on paralysing
But I must write for you

An ephemeral burst
of Fireblossom’s perfumes
these anxieties are
intrinsic
word engines

Experimenting – to that motion
By stirring the pot, poets shirk
responsibility when it’s taboo

Sober rhythms revealing
something of my soul

I can scent intentions
but it’s also little wonder
I felt scared


The art blues of a job left undone,
of lucky fragments lacking sense,
is its own torment
zeroes sums to a dream unrealised

The coyote eats its own kind,
and fox of hell’s hidden rooms
turning creativity, so cunning,
into wildflowers of a beautiful war

After all that digging, in the weeds
are heroes of the noblest contest

The lilies, finest of them all
in this soup of writing,
of punning, all manner of things
shall be well.

This is another old dVerse prompt that I kept in mind and returned to today. The idea is to write a new poem while weaving in fragments of an old poem, which must be kept in their original order. I decided to use my own short poem, ‘No Haiku’, italicised above. While thinking about this idea, I was also reading the latest (at the time) Red Hand Files #365, from which I noted down several nice phrases (in bold above) in Nick Cave’s reply, along with a quote (bold italic) from Julian of Norwich, utilised for the title and final line. I decided to try to work these two narratives together. Clean text below should be easier to read.

The trepidation is acute
I ain’t got no motivation
Not even for a haiku
It’s verging on paralysing
But I must write for you

An ephemeral burst
of Fireblossom’s perfumes
these anxieties are
intrinsic word engines

Experimenting to that motion
By stirring the pot, poets shirk
responsibility when it’s taboo

Sober rhythms revealing
something of my soul
I can scent intentions
but it’s also little wonder
I felt scared

The art blues of a job left undone,
of lucky fragments lacking sense,
is its own torment
zeroes sums to a dream unrealised

The coyote eats its own kind,
and fox of hell’s hidden rooms
turning creativity, so cunning,
into wildflowers of a beautiful war

After all that digging, in the weeds
are heroes of the noblest contest

The lilies of them all
in this soup of writing,
of punning, all manner of things
shall be well.


Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

Adversity Reveals

How did complaining help?
Now you have more things to do
Take the challenge upon yourself
This future is a gift given to you

The Old Straw Weaver – 2nd October 2024

The hands of the old straw weaver
Carry her gnarled knucklebones
Calculating the symbolons
Not nothing held in her empty hands

The essential is absent, inseparable
Familiar and unknown
The longing is an arrow, a gesture
An invitation toward the search

A hot lightning haunting
Snatched in the throttle of the bolt
Hungry in the forever unknowing
Searching fields empty of answers

A thrilling hand held sates
The old straw weaver
A symbolon of another something
A token of completion

Inspired and paraphrased from this post by Ars Poetica – go and read it! The picture was also found there.
Shared to Sammi Scribbles 383 – calculate (80 words) and What’s Going On


Today I’m feeling:

Anxious, tired and sleepy. Yesterday’s events were on my mind as I was sleeping, though I didn’t dream of floods or water, but just the underlying anxiety woke me up a few times.

Thankfully, it didn’t rain much overnight and there are only intermittent storms this morning.

Our school told students not to come to school but teachers are still supposed to go! I told them that I’m still dealing with the situation at home and been sitting in Utopia doing this new report that the school wants.

It’s pretty straightforward once it’s been done once, which took a little effort. It is just another piece of paper that won’t get read, though.

My throat is sore, possibly from being wet and riding the bike around yesterday but could also be from falling into the ditch yesterday – who knows what the hell might have been in that water!

Health:

Physical: 6
Mental: 7

Today I’m grateful for:

Getting up at the normal workday time but not going to work. I’m exhausted in that kind of good way that all my energy has been spent. The day has felt long and thankfully peaceful.

The best thing about today was:

The memory of that first sip of coffee at Utopia. Sublime! Will I remember it in a few days time? Will I even remember it after tomorrow’s first sip?

What was out of your control today and how did you handle it?

Our old wooden door that Amy had turned into a table for some plants in the garden finally succumbed to the elements and collapsed into pieces.

I should have spent some time cleaning it up but forgot about it in my lethargy. If Amy doesn’t do it before, I will clean it up at the weekend.

Something I learned today?

I came across a video that recommended taking Pygeum for enlarged prostate problems and I was able to quickly order some on Lazada.

I also learned that the local government and the local electricity suppliers have agreed to cancel last month’s bills due to the flood situation.

I took this picture because Piti was owning the counter this morning.