A Little Bit of Everything

I am here. At my desk just sitting. And thinking. I haven't been on here lately- at all really. Then I wanted to post a blog entry but could think of nothing to type so I decided to type.

Recently I discovered that to me poetry is the same as breathing- it is easy and I don't have to think about it and it it is necessary for me to be able to live. Writing short stories and other works of fiction I CAN do but it requires me to work, to think. Poetry is not work. I and hardly ever think, I just do. If anyone can explain this, please do.

I learned a new form of poetry today, the diamente-

Here is one of my own:

Clouds
fluffy, white, airy
inspiring, floating, moving
soft,beautiful, simple, hard
unmoving, varying, staying
heavy, dark, cracked
Rocks