It has been 3 days since my last post. I have a lot in my draft. Many poems that I often wonder and ask myself questions about my thoughts.
Do people appreciate my art, my poetry?
Do people see them at all?
Or am I writing for myself or is my blog and online journal of my thought.
So here I am at a golf resort taking a walk a physical walk and a mental walk through this thought journey of clarity.
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It's about the serenity and clarity that comes with the field of greens. The levelled grass and the ambience.
While others were looking forward to port the next hole I was thinking of how to feel whole.
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I write because I love it too and some other times because of the reward which is not promised.
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I think what is the purpose of everything. The writing and content creation.
Of what purpose is all of these.
Is it about the 7-day payout or making a difference?
But
What difference?
I see my blog as a memory bank of my thoughts as a reference. I write these poems for someone somewhere or someplace looking for the words to articulate a thought.
I write for myself because these words are a part of me.
If you are reading this - why do you write?
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Socks and a slide that's how I roll. I find it very comfortable taking a walk like this.
The topography at the golf resort is impressive as the land shapes up into different curves.
You get to see other parts as you climb up each hill.
The view is magical and refreshing. I understand why people like to play golf. Those walks are not easy. But if you have a cart the movement is seamless. If you ever need a workout I may suggest you play golf and take walks instead of using a cart.
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Sometimes we need a time out for reflection. To have a clear thought about what we are doing, goals and objectives.
Life should be meaningful in my thought and that means whatever we create should be meaningful with value.
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As a poet on hive my journey is different my path is unique. Poetry is appreciated but it does not appeal to most people.
Should I diversify - maybe bring out the artist in me or vlog maybe.
I have these thoughts but time will tell.
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The distance was long and my legs were getting tired. These physical strains began to wear on my thought.
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My legs aren't telling the tale of this walk but it worths every mile as I was able to get some clarity.
Many people are not aware of this golf resort in my city. On the flip side, not everyone fancies a golf game in this city except the elite and those that love the game.
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this view reminds me of an episode in Harry Potter and the prisoner of Azkaban when Harry and Hermoine time travelled and were watching their other self
I'm done with my walk and thoughts. I have some answers and I hope to find more answers.
Taking a walk is good self-therapy. This is the new normal until the pandemic is over.
Till I return with poetry.
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