Waking up with my own place

Posted: Sunday, October 29, 2006 by Travis Cody in

So it was a special feeling this morning, knowing that I was waking up in a world where I have my own place. I couldn't wait to come to the computer because I'm publishing one of my poems here this morning and it feels great.

And then when I went to publish my post - ERROR!! Damn!! So now I keep coming back every few minutes and hitting the publish button again. Grrrrrrr!!!

Still, I'm hopeful that working with this blog will help me knock some holes in the wall that has appeared around my creative center.

I've been plagued by an incredible case of writer's block recently. It's been painful. Several months ago my thoughts opened up and I scored big time with several projects that had been languishing for lack of attention for about 10 years. That burst of creativity lasted about three months, and now my brain has shut down again.

But the good news is that I do have some finished pieces from way back then. I'm proud of them and I'd like to share them once in awhile. This first one I'm posting today was written in 1992. I had taken a drive through Big Sur in California, and the inspiration was so strong.


He sat
And gazed with tired eye
Upon a sight born of
Nature's first breath

Rolling playful ocean
Sun bathed sky of infinite motion
Forested garden, hawk's dominion

He breathed
Only to choke on mists
Set astir by raven's
Feathered wing

Fighting boundless beauty
Turning from ageless bounty
Dead to wondrous divinity

He burned
Did the phoenix
And from the dusted ash arose

In timeless splendor to eternity

Back when this piece was written, everything I saw around me made me think in verse. I caught just a glimpse of that a few months ago. There are few feelings in the world like it. I'd like for it to come back soon.


  1. Anonymous says:

    Excellent Trav..great visual...keep opening up

  1. julie says:

    I get it, Travis! I know what you mean! It's 3am and I feel like writing also! Crap....I better get a little bit more sleep.

  1. Coco says:

    That's our Trav. And I get it, too. Sometimes the urge is overwhelming.

  1. Anonymous says:

    Want to borrow my drunk cow muse?

    Love the poem!

  1. Travis says:

    Bond: Thank you Sir.

    Julie: Go to bed!!

    Coco: Yeah, but when will the words be more than nonsense???

    Dana: Thank you darlin!

  1. Anndi says:

    Feels good doesn't it my dear friend...

    Thank you for inviting us to your place.. And, by the way Trav.. you make perfect sense to me sweetie...

  1. I always love the images you create with words - just beautiful! And it's fun to revisit old pieces and bring them to life again.

    When I get a creative block, sometimes it means that I feel I'm in a rut. For me, getting out and doing something different - a drive to an unfamiliar place, a walk through an art gallery, a visit with a friend I've lost touch with, a hike on a new trail - anything to awaken dormant parts of me helps the creativity find its way out. Good luck :)