I like you

Today an artist I follow was expressing some doubts about pleasing their audience and trying to figure out what was liked. The artist posted something very simple in their exasperation but it was profound in it’s impact. It reminded me to thank you for your expression. Even though I wrote the following response to one person, it applies universally to all of us. When you are tempted to value the appeal or impact of your talent by the number of likes you get, remember the following:

…you are correct, trying to work out what we like , “that way madness surely does lie 🖤🔥😉” …what we like is unpredictable to some degree and ever changing and just because we don’t take a moment to like or comment on a post doesn’t mean we don’t “❤️” it…

I’m guilty of scrolling without liking, however your posts often grab my attention as I pause to enjoy them even though expression of my enjoyment is not often noted with a gesture. This post grabbed my attention and elicited a response.

You don’t need me (or us)

To remind you

That your

Creative expression

Only has to appeal

To you

Only has to fill a need

In you

Only has to be heard

Or seen

By you

In order to impact us

Forgive those of us

Who silently gain inspiration

From you

Your work

Your creativity

Your posts

Without expressing

That we are gaining

This inspiration from you

We are here

Cheering you on

Knowing that

Your allowing us

To be part of your journey

Is a blessing

Thank you

Regardless of who likes

Or does not like something

Keep moving forward

On your path

The impact of your steps

Vibrate wider than is visible

And ultimately you

May never know

Their full impact

Always remember

To do what you like

Because the truth is

Trying to work out

What we like

“that way madness

surely does lie 🖤🔥😉”

❤️E.A. Fussell

9.23.2020

Window of the soul

Windows represent transparency

Allowing light to pass through

What size is the window

Thru which you allowing

Light into your soul

Is it the same size as the one

You look out of

To see the world

From inside yourself

What about that window

Through which you allow others

To see you

My guess is that you are similar

To me

With multiple levels of transparency

Carefully monitoring

What others see

E.A. Fussell

09.16.2020

Endearing Enduring

Romantic Love

Is it worth it

Maybe

In the beginning

When everything is

Fresh

Exciting

Adventurous

At the end maybe

When things are comfortable

But that middle part

Where you’re getting to know

Each other’s good and bad

I haven’t been able to survive it

Long enough to get comfortable

Tons of respect and admiration

For those who have been able to

Make it over twenty years together

It’s an accomplishment

I may never reach

E.A. Fussell

09.15.2020

Take a risk

Wings never used

Can never soar

Without risk of falling

A bird would never learn to fly

What limb are you clinging to

Afraid of falling

Not wanting to mess things up

No matter how ugly things get

They can still become beautiful

Spread your wings

Take a chance

Let go of that branch

And fly

E.A. Fussell

09.14.2020

Pondering a Glass

People seem to like to state

Their opinion regarding a glass

Contemplating whether

It is half full or half empty

Why is it never over flowing

Some say it’s refillable

What about replaceable

A few things seldom mentioned

It’s size or lack thereof

Think about it

A shot glass

A wine goblet

A quart mason jar

Half-full for one could be

Multiple fills for another

It’s cost or value

What is it made of

Melamine plastic or

Antique crystal

Where did the glass come from

Was it a family heirloom

Or an impulsive purchase

So many more questions

Could be posed regarding the glass

It’s interesting how we cling to ideas

Simplifying complex theories

Imagining we have made

A profound statement

Instead of diving Into a thing

Viewing it from all angles

What might happen

If we switched up

Took time to think

Contemplate

Analyze our concepts

Of a theory

Or saying

And of course

There is the important point

That the glass is really not

A glass at all

E.A. Fussell

09.10.2020

Rhythm of Falling

Falling can be beautiful

In rain, autumn leaves, snow

In love, I suppose

But falling can also be

Scary, destructive, ugly

Most things in life

Are that way

Dynamically opposite

Good, bad

Beautiful, ugly

Love, hate

And they are also

Frighteningly the same

What makes it so

The thought or the feeling

Can one exist without the other

Can we hold a thought

Without experiencing any feeling

Can we experience a feeling

Without having any thought

Can we love without hating

If there is no ugliness

How would we recognize beauty

Does good exist

Because evil fights to prevail

Is pondering such things

A waste of mind

Or a profound expenditure of time

E.A.Fussell

09.09.2020