December 12, 2001
In lieu of an actual entry, here's the poem I wrote for a ThreeWayAction writer's group exercise:
she finds them in the snow
their cadence so familiar
her having been this way before
footprints half filled with the dancing pellets
that caress her cheeks as she moves
picking her way under boughs laden
with crystalline dunes that glisten
and crumble as she passes by
a scent of woodsmoke in the air
guides her past a half frozen stream
whose chortling current seems
as much out of place as she feels
she's never been this far before
sensing she is near, she moves
quickly, blindly, her heart pounding
stumbling forward in anticipation
the footprints fill and disappear
upon reaching the empty clearing
the cold firepit and soot coloured drifts
trickster's silent laughter echoing around her
as she slowly sinks awake
Yeah yeah, that's cheating in journalese, I know. I started on a new poem today but have hit a wall with it. Here's what I've written thus far:
She dances just beyond my gaze
A wispy shadow through the trees
She is a mystery, a sweet enigma
A veil of fey elegance, a dream
She stirs something in me
A spark, a sensation, a certain trill
A longing to wrap my arms around her
Harbour her spirit from her demons
Damned if I know where I'm going with it though. Fleh. Things are very quiet at work, so it's an opportune time to do a bit of creative writing on one pc while doing some work related tasks on the other. I just need to find a way to get the juices flowing again. [Stupid brain...] Still, it's the first bit of verse I've written since the above 3WA poem, so it's better than a kick in the teeth.
I borrowed the digital camera from work last night to snap some kitty pictures, so the folks over on 3WA could see how he's doing. Voila! Here the beast is himself, in all his splendour, to close this little glurg out.