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 A blog documenting my writing journey |
| I hope this is entertaining... :) |
| Cast in vertical shadow, wide eyes rise, majestic wind licks clustered needles. Cerulean canvas, vast and free, splashed with green and brown and white. Beneath the stars, this void protects, oddly comforting absence of light. We shudder in its dark embrace, this monument, my silent might. |
| A rosy cheeked smile, bright youthful eyes, I hop onto the first step. Accordion of concrete rises before me, bright gasping pathway to my shrouded pinnacle, faces of each step shimmering with effervescent Pollyanna’s fizzing, foamy hope. Halfway to the top, ascent now methodical, I glance downward. Strange. From this angle, the surface of each stone step so much dimmer. Remarkable. Tepid stone beneath wiggling toes not dark… but no longer light. Wiping beaded sweat from my brow, I plod upward, dry soles rasping with slowing momentum. I look up. Then about. My path?! My steps?! Erased! Soaked, like me, in duplicitous shadow. Damned disorienting darkness. Everywhere. Only vacuous void, curling like missing flames about my feverish feet. But… I never strayed... From my path… How am I lost? How did I go wrong? Where am I? Who am I? How… on earth… did I get… …here? |
| Sidelong slide of squishy muck, suctioned glurp of rubber soles draws eyes downward to find… October’s autumnal orange, plump and perfect on the vine. A struggle, a twist, a snap— my fleshy Halloween canvas, ripe for its annual carving. |
| Every so often, the simmering maelstrom within erupts over the cast-iron edge of its blurping, gurgling cauldron to unleash amber-black torrents of pumpkin-flavored mischief on unsuspecting friends, darkly relishing the shocked look in their big eyes. It's 9 lines, but I didn't want to chop any this time--even the first. So, yeah. I suppose rulebreaking suits the poem anyway, so leavin' it as is.  This time of year is making me miss the Dark Dreamscapes poetry contest.  I really should head over to Screams and do something... |
| To whom it concerns: I’d very much like to place one small order— a dreamy-eyed partner who’ll pardon my nonsense with wry little smiles, to have and to hold as we laugh and grow old. |
| World awash with digital clamor, voices rise in a rabid yammer. Shouts and whistles, cries and lies, vie to pierce our jaded eyes. Yet in the quiet, truth is found, where silence reigns, peace slips unbound. Eschew the noise, find Gaia’s glamour, enjoy her birds’ autumnal stammer. (The change from trochaic to iambic was intentional. ) |
| Perpetual whisper of grand nascent tales, our ears must attune to their gentlest gales, flickers of plotlines both timeless and new dragged kicking and screaming back into our view. Through luminous tantrum, their truths are unfurled, bright character tapestries woven and twirled. These vivid creations through silence are born, soft fleeces of fantasy nurtured ‘til shorn. |
| In realms where thoughts and colors mix, where pens ballet and paintbrush flicks. I stretch past limits, crack the frame, inventing worlds that have no name. From inkwells of my soul, they flow, barbed barriers can’t tell me “no”, they fall before my need for free, bright, blazing creativity. |
| Bathed in the stillness of cottony darkness, ripened body heat ripples under thick blankets. Sagging lashes expose glassy eyes to the brisk late evening air, blinking back slumber’s inexorable approach as flickering images stream from the azure gleam of deliciously tawdry fiction. |
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