Now Playing: audiobook - The Birth of Venus
Topic: poetry
Only the godless
Do their laundry on Sunday
Their sheets soiled with sin
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Am I up for it? Wanna join me?
Luckily, spring break is right around the corner and I need the motivation to write. I might just end up sitting on my butt in front of the idiot box otherwise. Though, R and I are hoping to get away to a local destination. Maybe Savannah.
This is a poem I wrote for a 100 word swap. I thought it would be an interesting challenge, not only to write something but also to be precise with word choice.
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Two Years Since
an impromptu gathering
one rust orange and one flaming red
branch to branch
an afternoon pursuit
and song
the 23rd came and went too
with only the vibration of wood
as evidence
what does grief leave behind
as marker or proof
the well of nothingness
grows deeper
bird call
sounds more sorrowful
hue of blood in dirt
blooms more vivid
life seems as hasty now
as ever
forgettable as last year’s nest
wasted as broken eggshells
these anniversaries
whether remembered or not
are on the path
from here to there
as we migrate
between love and death
life and flight
It feels like time for a new blog. Not that I wasn't happy with my old blog... but changes are happening in my life and I want to carve out a new space. I'd like this blog to focus more on my writing and creative endeavors, while Mary's Madness will be for the other adventures in my life.
Will I develop a split personality, with one "mommy" blog and one blog for my Other self? I hope not. But maybe readers interested in reading my poems and such don't necessarily want to read about baba's latest dr's appointment. Didn't I always say I hated that kind of "brushed my teeth" blog writing? Ah, so.
As John Haines is quoted in Into the Wild:
"The trails I made led outward into the hills and swamps, but they led inward also. Whether on foot, on snowshoes, or by sled, into the summer hills, and their late freezing shadows - a high blaze, a summer track in the snow would show where I had gone. Let the rest of humanity find me if it could."