Friday, January 30, 2015

I Wish I Could Write

I wish I could write . . . . .
words that leap off the page
and stay with you
long after being read

words that make you
laugh so hard
your belly aches

words  that make you
breakdown and cry
overwhelmed with emotion

words that reach
deep into your soul
so you know you're not alone

words that celebrate
life and the living
of everyday magic

words that ignite
raw passion
the fire in your blood
words that chew you up
 and spit you out
forever changed

words that invoke
a childlike state
of wonder and awe
words that energize
inspire action
set you on a beautiful adventure
but alas
my words have fallen
the way of dinosaurs
. . . . . I wish I could write

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Saturday, January 17, 2015

Nature's Assault

penetrating with violent force
howling rage and anger
you came

a sound track of wailing
ripping, tearing
shredding and splintering

a weakness seeking missile
twisting limbs broken
intent on destruction

trailing and whimpering
to the apology of sun's caress

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Questions Of Lies

facts on bloody fire
against action spread
circumstance my aversion
withheld memory my crime

let me confess
loathsome caresses walk
between the silence stitched awkwardness
and the questions of lies

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New Adventures In Clay

Last year I felt as though my creativity had stagnated so I thought trying a new medium might get the creative juices flowing again.  I decided to dip my toes into the world of clay and recently started a six week pottery class to learn some of the basics.  With two lessons under my belt I am still trying to figuring it all out but am having so much fun in the process.  There's something deliciously tactile about working with clay and I'm excited to see how my love of texture transfers into this new medium.

Saturday, January 10, 2015

Bird Diary

The way starlings fly and travel in such large groups fascinates me although it can be a little eerie when you see a huge cloud of them descend nearby. 

These guys have been hanging out on our pear tree and eating their fill.

Thursday, January 8, 2015

The Beast (blackout poetry)

the beast
so much wretchedness
to describe or imagine
deep absence detested
the burden upon my soul
still my tormentor came
breathed terror
happiness disturbed

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Blackout poetry from page 22 of Edgar Allan Poe's Tales of Mystery and Madness illustrated by Gris Grimly

Sleep Laden Lashes

full stops litter a wordless sky
as white flakes fall like stardust
shaken from sleep laden lashes
with darkness closing
in peaceful solitude

The past several weeks have been spent staring at a blank screen.  I'm hoping it's just a passing phase and that the writing will flow again.