Late Night and Lingering Echoes

Today slipped through my fingers. I had plans—put this blog post together early, maybe sit on the front porch and read a bit, then put together some poetry submissions—but instead, I found myself getting lost in practicing on my new wood lathe for a couple of hours and then mowing the lawn. Some days are like that: other interests can sometimes take over. I’m okay with that.

This week was a slow one for writing. I managed put some notes together about a short story I have been tinkering with. I have a very loose goal of writing everyday, but I don't force it. If I can't write, I edit. If I can't edit, I read. Maybe I will get to those submissions tomorrow.

Revisiting my poem "Commander" brought a wave of introspection. Written from the perspective of an unprepared leader thrust into responsibility, it mirrors feelings of inadequacy and the weight of expectations. The lines:

"I am the commander of these troops
I put on a face of calm strength
Of confidence and impending victory"

resonate deeply, especially on days when I feel overwhelmed. It's a reminder of the facades we often wear and the internal battles we fight. Even if you are falling apart, sometimes you want to be strong for others.  If you haven't read it yet, you can find it here.

If you haven't yet, feel free to explore my poetry collection, Grey Days In The Green Hills, available here. Your support means the world to me. Also, stay tuned for the next edition of my newsletter, set to release on May 31. You can subscribe here.

Thank you for sharing this space with me. Here's to embracing all of your myriad interests. See you next Saturday.

 

Until then,

Donnie R. Wallen

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