Procrastination
>> 5.09.2012
The blank page
broods,
waiting for creation
of word-song,
fear trembles
the soul caging
the muse,
time spins
uncontrolled,
brain wonders:
Will I lose
today’s song
to foggy tomorrow?
A journal of discovery and creation.
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The blank page
broods,
waiting for creation
of word-song,
fear trembles
the soul caging
the muse,
time spins
uncontrolled,
brain wonders:
Will I lose
today’s song
to foggy tomorrow?
In my hand, I hold a treasure
that smells of paste, ink, and wonder;
Open the cover, cross the portal,
and wander through wrinkled time;
fall down the rabbit hole
and travel into the future;
take a magic carpet ride
and rub the genie’s lamp;
float down the Nile
or sail the seven seas;
ride a camel through the desert
to play riddle-me-this with the Sphinx;
hear a tale of cabbages and kings
or retrieve the sword from the stone;
watch the ponies frolicking in the surf
and hear the sirens sing;
peruse the emperor’s new duds
or visit the Hobbit’s burrow;
dance with the Gentry in the night
or see the smile fading in the trees,
open my eyes and open my heart,
lift my soul and guide my dreams.
All this and so much more, can
be found within the pages of a book,
and what a wondrous, marvelous thing.
I have a new post up at my other blog, The Foolish and the Dead, for those who may be interested.
Read more...Two very different quotes today - the first was sent to me by a friend and I love it, so thought I would share. I find both of these quotes to be timely in today's climate. I hope you enjoy them both.
'Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater.
If you give her sperm, she'll give you a baby.
If you give her a house, she'll give you a home.
If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal.
If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart.
She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her.
So, if you give her any crap, be ready to receive a ton of sh#t.'
~Anonymous
“As nightfall does not come at once, neither does oppression. In both instances, there’s a twilight where everything remains seemingly unchanged, and it is in such twilight that we must be aware of change in the air, however slight, lest we become unwitting victims of the darkness.”
~ William O. Douglas
I have a new posting up on my other blog, The Foolish and the Dead, regarding voting. I hope you stop by and give me some feedback.
Thank you!
Over the past few years, I've noticed many changes in our country and in the world about which I have definite opinions. There seems to be rampant misinformation and outright falsehoods being put forth as fact instead of opinion, blatant disregard for civil rights, a regression in attitudes as well as many things that just plain piss me off. With that in mind, I've begun a new blog so that I have a separate location for my commentaries, opinions, and even some rants.
The new blog is called The Foolish and the Dead, http://thefoolishandthedead.blogspot.com/. I currently have an introduction post up and will soon have my first topic posting.
I hope you will stop by my new blog, read and let me know your opinion. This location will continue to be my journal of creative writing.
I look forward to hearing from you. Thank you!
Ten days ago everything was perfect. In ten minutes, she would be gone. In ten hours, the authorities would have the letter – but what could I say now to get her back in the car.
So here I am, ten miles from nowhere, sitting alongside the I-10 indicator sign, in a broken down convertible in 100 degree weather watching dust devils dance around her boot heels as she stalks down the gravel road. Nothing ahead and nothing behind but sun-washed blue sky and fields that one spark would set ablaze. How did I get from perfect to here? Beats the hell out of me.
Ten days ago we were happy and looking forward to the future. Both of us were working, saving our money and looking forward to the fall semester of college. It was just supposed to be a road trip. You know, let off a little steam, kick up our heels, cut loose a little before going back to school. But somehow, it all went to hell.
I guess I should begin my story at the beginning . . .
"The privilege of a lifetime is being who you are." ~Joseph Campbell
"Life is pure adventure, and the sooner we realize that, the sooner we will be able to treat life as art." ~Maya Angelou
"Nothing feeds the center of being so much as creative work." ~Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Days pass in scurrying,
hurrying moments,
consolidating time
into packets composed
of frantic nothingness –
get to work on time,
do the job, pay the bills,
keep on keeping up.
Just hanging on –
gouging out minutes
to refresh the mind
with artful words, visiting
worlds in images rent
from artists’ dreams and nightmares,
accompanied by lyrical notes birthed
from musicians’ hands,
played in counterpoint
to my own ink bled onto a page.
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