Nouns and Verbs
Today's post is a poem! Here goes nothing.
I write, but I am not a writer. I paint, but I am not a painter. I sing, but I am not a singer. “Then what do you do?" I water my plants, and sometimes I forget to water them. I try to sing like Asha Tai, and fail, and try again, and fail better. I hug, I doodle, I wash dishes, I paint my nails red, I solve mini crosswords, I make cards for my friends, I cry while listening to podcasts, I plan for the week, month, and year, I remove the hair between my eyebrows, I get confused by the NYC subway system and take trains going in the wrong direction. But you wanted one noun, not seventeen verbs. We are what we do, but who we say we are may not be what we love doing most. I am the noun that pays the rent. It's written on a certificate. I want to stamp myself with the nouns I love. I'll keep doing my favourite verbs, and one day they'll be nouns.
Terrific! And so beautiful to look at, too. A poem and a word-painting.
If Descartes and ee cummings had a baby it would be this "Nouns and Verbs." Loved it.
I'll keep doing my
favourite verbs,
and one day
they'll be
nouns.
Of course advice I read somewhere was to Noun yourself as you what you want—for instance "I'm a writer" and you begin to believe it and become one. Didn't work so well then, but once I verbed I became the noun. "I'm a father!" :)