It really is Poetry Friday, but there is no inspiration this week, so I am making things up as I go along. Think of it as the spaghetti test. You pull a few noodles from the boiling water and throw them against the refrigerator door and see if they stick. If they stick, you’re golden. Turn off the stove, drain and eat.

Poetry Friday is good for me, even though my grasp of words and acceptable language arrangement is frequently dismal. It gives me a challenge to be a better me once a week. Some people need a moderate sense of structure in their lives to feel purposeful, and I am one of those people.

I’m not so rigid that I plan out my entire life on a day planner and bristle at the thought of grocery shopping on a non-designated day, but I do like knowing that I will go to yoga on Monday and Wednesday, and workout three times a week. These are self-involved task, but they help me feel I am progressing toward something rather than miring myself in inertia.

It felt weird not posting something for Poetry Friday, so here is a small panel painting. It’s a reflection in the outdoor water feature at the Chicago Art Institute, one of my favorite museums to visit.

Untitled
Oil on Panel
7″ x 5.75″