I wrote on my hand for the first time in a long time today-- I wrote a fwe things down as I drove past a graveyard this morning at 6am. Unfortunately, that was now 15 hours ago and most of it wore off and the thoughts have really faded too. I'll try to at least type the scribbles
frozen ash
breaking cover
breathing frozen
November dawn
cloud frozen in silence
bummer most was lost- but there is hope that writing is coming back....time will tell
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Break or be broken- draft
Solitude, solitude
Of a single note
Played desperately
from the bench
with the touch
of tips,
uninvited
As a rescue call
from silence
For now
its break or be broken
Of a single note
Played desperately
from the bench
with the touch
of tips,
uninvited
As a rescue call
from silence
For now
its break or be broken
photo to go with writing to come
Sometimes I have photos to go with writings - on my other blogs- http://blinx365.blogspot.com/2009/01/1-27-09_27.html or the dotsconnecting one. Anyway, I think I'm going to write something about this one...I have another poem in the car that I'll hopefully get up later. I also have a story idea, which is unusual for me..but it is true :D
Friday, January 2, 2009
freewrite sadness-edited
Sadnesss
Hinting its arrival
upon my mind tonight
I feel the easy sadness
slowly taking flight
wrapping weight upon me
drawing glares down low
carving out my purpose
and leaving me
hollowed and waiting fraily
for indecision
to make its claim.
Hinting its arrival
upon my mind tonight
I feel the easy sadness
slowly taking flight
wrapping weight upon me
drawing glares down low
carving out my purpose
and leaving me
hollowed and waiting fraily
for indecision
to make its claim.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
escape- something different
This isn't what I normally find myself writing. But it is what came to mind... so its a little different format.. and I'm not thrilled...I might like it later..
The back door reached for me as I ran through it, Trying to grab hold of me with summer screened memories that have long grown stale this winter. Determined to escape, my feet run clumsily over wet leaves and patches of ice. Breath, hardly steady, peeks in between gasps and tears. Trees hold me as I fumbled into the forest’s dark pillars that night. My knotted hair was cold and bothersome sticking to my wet face, dry lips, and tired eyes. Fearing discovery, I ran relentlessly. Even though I felt my legs ripping inside, and my feet tingling from the cold. I tripped over branches and rocks until I could smell the river. It was frozen over this time of the year, but the more recent rain made me doubt. Doubt its integrity to hold me up, as it’d promised it would so many afternoons prior when I’d tell my secrets. As far as I can see, it looks solid enough. What lies beyond my sight ,though, is unknown. I slowly lift my dress enough to place my ankle lower. I close my eyes. Filled with faith and doubt, I only let half of my weight down. Imagining that even if only half of me could escape, I’d still go.
It held me. I walked slowly on the top of the sopping ice. My knees remained bent and terrified. I couldn’t keep from shaking. Not just shivering, but jolting for fear and freeze had consumed me. Fortunately, I had forgotten about crying for the time being. I looked up and saw how large the moon looked tonight. I felt slightly inspired by the reflection it made on the watery ice. Until…panic stole my breathe. As I saw the moonlight freeze above me. The shock of falling in numbed only my body. My mind was smashing into thoughts quicker than I could follow. I have to surface now. Make myself move. Paralyzed completely with fear, pain, and suffocation I flash to feeling the same need to escape that drove me here initially. I almost will myself up. Mustering all strength to keep from inhaling, I reach the top. A thin freeze has already formed. My hands move in slow motion with a weak blow. Fortunately, it was only a delicate refreeze and the sheet quickly scattered. I took a rough breath in several times with my head above and my iced fingers searching for an edge bold enough to hold my weight. I got on, but each time I’d try to move cracks and splinters would break my rest. With no energy or will left in me I closed my eyes and let go of my slippery salvation to float. My dark hair haloed my face, which I’m certain was turning the shade of death. Slower and slower my breath passed through my lips. I detected the moonlight through my closed lids. Moments passed, my body was convulsing with chill. I could almost hear my bones clanking into each other. In fact, I’m certain that’s was I’m hearing. I’m hearing something clanking. Of course, with ears under the water it’s hard to tell. Then, I felt a thud. I had bumped into an edge of the river. I managed to crawl out of the water by gripping at dead grass and frozen roots. My nails felt the splinters stabbing underneath as I came out of the water. So, now what? Yelling seems most appropriate. “HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPP!” Between distressing pleas I’d become nearly hypnotized by how blue the sky was against the empty trees as morning was nearing. Crying with tears that won’t come, everything pales into a dizzy blur. I turn to my side in the late November leaves and listen to my taunts. “What’s left doesn’t seem worth saving; but I’m in no place to complain.”
The back door reached for me as I ran through it, Trying to grab hold of me with summer screened memories that have long grown stale this winter. Determined to escape, my feet run clumsily over wet leaves and patches of ice. Breath, hardly steady, peeks in between gasps and tears. Trees hold me as I fumbled into the forest’s dark pillars that night. My knotted hair was cold and bothersome sticking to my wet face, dry lips, and tired eyes. Fearing discovery, I ran relentlessly. Even though I felt my legs ripping inside, and my feet tingling from the cold. I tripped over branches and rocks until I could smell the river. It was frozen over this time of the year, but the more recent rain made me doubt. Doubt its integrity to hold me up, as it’d promised it would so many afternoons prior when I’d tell my secrets. As far as I can see, it looks solid enough. What lies beyond my sight ,though, is unknown. I slowly lift my dress enough to place my ankle lower. I close my eyes. Filled with faith and doubt, I only let half of my weight down. Imagining that even if only half of me could escape, I’d still go.
It held me. I walked slowly on the top of the sopping ice. My knees remained bent and terrified. I couldn’t keep from shaking. Not just shivering, but jolting for fear and freeze had consumed me. Fortunately, I had forgotten about crying for the time being. I looked up and saw how large the moon looked tonight. I felt slightly inspired by the reflection it made on the watery ice. Until…panic stole my breathe. As I saw the moonlight freeze above me. The shock of falling in numbed only my body. My mind was smashing into thoughts quicker than I could follow. I have to surface now. Make myself move. Paralyzed completely with fear, pain, and suffocation I flash to feeling the same need to escape that drove me here initially. I almost will myself up. Mustering all strength to keep from inhaling, I reach the top. A thin freeze has already formed. My hands move in slow motion with a weak blow. Fortunately, it was only a delicate refreeze and the sheet quickly scattered. I took a rough breath in several times with my head above and my iced fingers searching for an edge bold enough to hold my weight. I got on, but each time I’d try to move cracks and splinters would break my rest. With no energy or will left in me I closed my eyes and let go of my slippery salvation to float. My dark hair haloed my face, which I’m certain was turning the shade of death. Slower and slower my breath passed through my lips. I detected the moonlight through my closed lids. Moments passed, my body was convulsing with chill. I could almost hear my bones clanking into each other. In fact, I’m certain that’s was I’m hearing. I’m hearing something clanking. Of course, with ears under the water it’s hard to tell. Then, I felt a thud. I had bumped into an edge of the river. I managed to crawl out of the water by gripping at dead grass and frozen roots. My nails felt the splinters stabbing underneath as I came out of the water. So, now what? Yelling seems most appropriate. “HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPP!” Between distressing pleas I’d become nearly hypnotized by how blue the sky was against the empty trees as morning was nearing. Crying with tears that won’t come, everything pales into a dizzy blur. I turn to my side in the late November leaves and listen to my taunts. “What’s left doesn’t seem worth saving; but I’m in no place to complain.”
Monday, December 1, 2008
sleeveless rough draft again
what's left of my heart
rests on my sleeve
and quietly whispers
retreat
fineprint in fingertips
deceptively forgotten
my arms stay aching ,tired, and
worn
out from hiding
and riding
the storms
with
echoes unheard
and
heart sleeves removed
rests on my sleeve
and quietly whispers
retreat
fineprint in fingertips
deceptively forgotten
my arms stay aching ,tired, and
worn
out from hiding
and riding
the storms
with
echoes unheard
and
heart sleeves removed
collected
Collecting thoughts
collector of thoughts
afraid to pitch the potential
or forget why we feel
dusty
reflections in attic spaces
untouched documentation to
prove, improve, remove
myself
unsteady hands
numbly fumbling
through pages of illegible worlds that
belong to another me
the one who wrote
when everything was passion
and causes woke her in the night,
and everything
was worthy.
collector of thoughts
afraid to pitch the potential
or forget why we feel
dusty
reflections in attic spaces
untouched documentation to
prove, improve, remove
myself
unsteady hands
numbly fumbling
through pages of illegible worlds that
belong to another me
the one who wrote
when everything was passion
and causes woke her in the night,
and everything
was worthy.
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