They share the night’s gift
Dancing in oblivion
Rejoicing together.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Screenwriter's Lament
Flash of a camera,
the red carpet beckons
with promises of glory
and renown.
Yet it's an unfair world,
pitting brother against brother
and wife against husband
in a battle for recognition.
And 'tis only the actors,
the directors and producers
that gain the fame
so coveted by many.
What of the writers?
The thinkers? The dreamers?
What glory have they,
save one line in the credits?
'Tis a world of
superficial moonlight
and sea winds from the
giant fans off the set.
Trying to portray
the real with the unreal
until the boundary
is smudged to nothingness.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Carry On Tuesday #73
Where art thou, muse? Where be thy guiding light and thy sweet song? Hast thou abandoned me? Hast thou left me alone in this world of long words and wandering sentences?
Wherefore hath thou left me? Or, perchance, thou were never mine? Thy sweet song were for another, and not for me? Oh, temptress of mine imagination, return to me. Sweet Siren though thou art, I doth need you.
And yet---without thou, I doth feel the wings of freedom arching o'er my back. Without thou I hath once again regained control over mine own writings. Without thou, I am mine own. Instead of being chained and controlled by thy heathen allure.
So, away with ye! I doth stand on mine own. Without thee.
Microfiction Monday - #51
The wings of his steed
swept her up amongst the clouds,
higher than she had ever gone before.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Sunday Scribblings #235 - Flashback
Sitting on the swings,
she remembers a time past
mixed with the time coming.
Past winters and coming springs,
last summer’s breath still in her hair,
she looks back toward winter.
Sweet winter,
a time of cutting winds
and warm fireplaces
where she once slept
as a little girl, listening to stories
of Christmas past.
Longing to go back home,
yet happy where she is,
she clings to the past,
Looking forward to the future.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Journaling - A New Hobby
I have officially started a journal.
I already have a shoebox journal where I keep all of my ideas and poems that haven't yet been posted (or shown to that many people, to be honest). I keep all sorts of treasures in that shoebox. Pictures, theater programs, tickets and other things that trigger memories for me. I also keep the loose leaf scribbles I come up with and accounts of interesting days. It's probably one of the top ten things I would rescue if my house...well, dorm room was on fire. I keep ideas, emotions, memories, hopes, dreams, and so much more in that shoebox. It's very, very dear to me, and I think it would be fun to go through it when I'm older (much, much, MUCH older) and see what was running through my mind when I was seventeen.
Anyways, back to my journal.
I always wanted to start a journal, you know. I just never got around to it. I'd start diaries, but leave them because I had no time or I got bored.
But I'm determined that this journal won't be a failure like all the rest. I want this journal to be bound (which it is) to protect it from losing anything. Because everything that I put in there (and will put in there in the future) is extremely important to me. It's the start of new stories. Character sketches. Thoughts about the sky. People watching notes. Random scribbles. You name it! Perhaps I'll put excerpts from my journal on my blog. We'll see. But most of it will be for my eyes only.
I love the fact that my journal has no lines. It gives so much more freedom! Now I can write sideways, in shapes, in squiggles, or in a jumble of words that come together to make an image! Just THINK of the possibilities!
Anyways, that's all for now.
Ciao!
I already have a shoebox journal where I keep all of my ideas and poems that haven't yet been posted (or shown to that many people, to be honest). I keep all sorts of treasures in that shoebox. Pictures, theater programs, tickets and other things that trigger memories for me. I also keep the loose leaf scribbles I come up with and accounts of interesting days. It's probably one of the top ten things I would rescue if my house...well, dorm room was on fire. I keep ideas, emotions, memories, hopes, dreams, and so much more in that shoebox. It's very, very dear to me, and I think it would be fun to go through it when I'm older (much, much, MUCH older) and see what was running through my mind when I was seventeen.
Anyways, back to my journal.
I always wanted to start a journal, you know. I just never got around to it. I'd start diaries, but leave them because I had no time or I got bored.
But I'm determined that this journal won't be a failure like all the rest. I want this journal to be bound (which it is) to protect it from losing anything. Because everything that I put in there (and will put in there in the future) is extremely important to me. It's the start of new stories. Character sketches. Thoughts about the sky. People watching notes. Random scribbles. You name it! Perhaps I'll put excerpts from my journal on my blog. We'll see. But most of it will be for my eyes only.
I love the fact that my journal has no lines. It gives so much more freedom! Now I can write sideways, in shapes, in squiggles, or in a jumble of words that come together to make an image! Just THINK of the possibilities!
Anyways, that's all for now.
Ciao!
Friday, October 1, 2010
Thursday Tales #27
On the edge of the sidewalk,
she takes a deep breath,
bracing herself to move
from safety to adventure.
On the edge of the sidewalk,
she wonders what lies past
the sunset on the mountains
and the hidden ocean.
On the edge of the sidewalk,
she gazes out to tomorrow,
to what lays across the street
and in the world beyond.
Image was used from here
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