A Necessary Reverie

It’s time for a mid-week prompt! You can use it to write poetry, blog, chat, or just for something to ruminate as you daydream on a long car ride home.

It’s the strangest thing how every day can seem to eat itself like some insatiable monster, while the ambitious stand by and beg it not to, or ask it at least to chew 27 times before swallowing just to buy some time. I long for the ticking clock to take a break and give me some space to form a sense of balancing, however unsteadily. I don’t wholly unwelcome chaos, because chaos leads to creativity and embracing my strengths, but there are sometimes when I crave, well, not order, but space: space like still waters, cool breezes, silence except for birds and trees telling me their tales.

I’m at this place in my life where I value moments of reverie. It’s almost a bare necessity to sit on the porch or by a window and take some time to daydream. If I treat my capicity for productivity like a machine, I’ll likely get frozen up and have to spend some time defrosting. I have never figured out how to keep pace with the demands on our existence in this present age. I’m enough of a rebel to have decided I don’t really want to, though the expectations seem to be written on my bones anyhow. It takes a good deal of willpower to interrupt that cycle of do-more which inevitably transforms into not-enough by the end of the day.

Where am I going with this? I want to do other than just slow down. I want to savor. It’s one thing to stop what I’m doing and another thing entirely to actually immerse in a brief period of rest.

In the spirit of savoring, I want to write some very short words/poetry today, and move the emphasis around on the words instead of expanding into more description. Poetry doesn’t have to be long to be beautiful. Treat a portion of writing like a small handful of gems rather than a panoramic view, and see what comes of it. Note: There's nothing wrong with the panoramic view style. I encourage expansion, not abandonment. Let's try a new thing and still love the old thing, too. :)

I did this yesterday with my opening meditation, which I posted about here:

I will find you, and you will find me.
I will find you, and you will find me.


  • Go fix yourself a cup of jasmine tea, sit by an open window, curl up your legs or prop your feet, and daydream for a few minutes.
  • Compile your thoughts or observations into one or two phrases.
  • When you’ve finished your tea, write them down in a notebook.
  • Play around with emphasizing different words.
  • Read the lines aloud to yourself.
  • Share!


Money cannot buy this summer breeze.
Hear the glories sung by evergreens.

Money cannot buy this summer breeze
Hear the glories sung by evergreens.

Now you try it! And do share in the comments if you’ve a mind to. Let's savor it together.



Jamie Bagley