Been working on a few things.... none of it making me really happy right now. Not sure what the bizness is, but nothing has any flow for me. I'm kinda blocked. Would love to see some suggestions or words of wisdom in the comments... or leave a verse or two if ya want.
It's been an especially hectic month, so I haven't been able to take the time (or find any peace and quiet, for that matter) to devote to writing. I have several scraps and "starts" that are in residence in my notebook. I'm sure in time some of them, at least, will mature into something worth reading. Thanks for being patient. Also, I wanna give a big thank you to Susanne Drake for her contributions to this blog the last couple posts. I know what it took for you to share your work. I'll be posting again in the next few days, promise!
Meanwhile, y'all have a safe and happy Memorial Day!
I present for your approval two more poems by my friend Susanne. Again, I pause only to say, she is an amazing young woman with a tremendous amount of really crazy/taxing/heartrending stuff going on in her life lately. I wish I could make it all better for her, but unfortunately, all I can do is give her another forum and revel in the creativity born of her distress. God luvs ya, Susanne, and so do your friends!
now you know... Current mood: crushed Category: Writing and Poetrynow you know
what, you say, are you thinking? my mind wanders aimlessly processing the words and wondering what to say.
time tramples past me leaving me in it's wake bubbling madness always at the brim of my cup that's overflowing.
overwhelmed i reach for salvation my hands crack and bleed they are as i would have them foreign blood running through them.
what, you say, are you thinking? my heart pumps persistently willing me to keep breathing beckoning me to go on.
whirling shades of darkness entreating ever pushing onward light hearkens, haulting only at my request my fragile state it's master.
when will this weight be lifted? when will we stop aching? when will this world stop hurting? when will life stop crushing?
waiting waiting waiting
these hands Current mood: vexedthese hands
these hands what they touch they destroy
these hands what they hold they mock
these hands what they feel they reject
these hands what they seek they waste
these hands these hands are mine these hands belong to You