I am here in Ottawa and will be crazy busy today at the PAB 2012 sessions. I dug into my HitRecord.org archive and, for the first time ever, this poem makes an appearance here.
the repeated morning
unusual to see eyes?
not on the day we made ours
through morning glory
years it took climbing the iron
fence beside our tree
oak, from the acorns which
found their way down, to be
thrown by little hands crazy
not aware of what could be
those eyes i see with me
something we helped create
between leaves but never
to see what the moment
created for each
Enjoy and I will be back either later today or tomorrow. Hope you are all having a great weekend.
I love to write prose and dialogue (thus, I have recently concluded) but my first love is poetry. I have always loved poems and the creation of poetry and I found some time to construct a few. Poems rule. If you don't think they do, you will buy me a beer to apologize for your lack of vision. (Where is the lightning I was promised that would shoot out of my hands.)
Here are two pieces that I wrote for HitRecord. They are short works that I wrote and they reflect my style pretty closely.
This short dialogue from the same collaboration is a bit of a cheat. I read somewhere a long time ago about how fate is a dark ocean and we are all strapped to a wooden platform that is constantly turning over and over. One moment we're looking towards a light that hovers over the dark ocean and then the next we are drowning in the water being bumped by unseen aquatic beasts. I don't think this is totally successful but it is only dialogue (and I impose a time limit when writing these pieces).
This is an exercise for a collaboration called "Dialogue Tales". The idea is you are supposed to write two characters having a conversation. I started off with a simple sentence of "this will only take a minute" and look where it took me.
Finally, after years and years of bitching and complaining that I haven't done any writing or have done too little, I am now over-flowing with it. I can't stop. Blogging, creative writing, documentation for clients - it is just plain crazy how productive with the pen I am. Will it last? It feels like it.