There are days when the words fall softly down upon me like a slow, sweaty rain on a warm summer day. And then there are days where the words beat and torment, yielding pellets of stinging splatters that refuse to land in one puddle, deflecting linear thought completely. This was a soft day, and the words were a balm to the year’s wounds, where effort was relaxed and the pen enjoyed the rhythm. I wrote one complete short story and three poems today. I am sharing one of those with you now. How do you describe your writing days? Does your writing come on gentle breezes or on gusts of tormenting winds?
Between Us
We sit with little words between us,
Those that echo across empty rooms
To enforce the sentiment that bears
The burden of our own thoughts
Carry me away with you, to that place
Where once we loved to gather
An existence of newfound truth,
Oh, the glory of the past perplexing
The reality of the present
Circumstances beyond reasoning,
Beyond the control of the mind,
At the mercy of the heart
And the little words between us
I push and push to make my words come. On almost any given day, I can write a short piece, a commentary on something that is on my mind or reply with some clarity to a blog. I can even put a poem down. But when it comes to the short stories, the thing I need to do most, it seems the more I push, the less that comes. Then one day I will wake with a story in mind and the drive to get it done and it will just happen.
It’s Heaven when it happens and hell when it does not.
Still I push and push. It is what I must do.
The poem was fantastic by the way.
Tim
I can completely relate to “It’s heaven when it happens and hell when it does not.” So glad you liked the poem
I wish you all the best for the new year, and happy writing!
Great as always Sheila…once again your prolificness is showing!
Thanks! I was having a good day and a quiet house
Where do you come up with this?!? Excellent, as usual. I’m not a poet, nor do I write poetry (well, that’s a lie, sometimes I do), but you’ve got a grasp on it I don’t think I could have. Well done.
You are so sweet Sean
and to be perfectly honest, I don’t know where some of it comes from. I’m glad it does, though. HAPPY NEW YEAR to you!!
Oh…such gentle beauty in the poem….a fine verse to end the year…have a wonderful new year.
And to you too! I wish you all the best for 2013!
As always, a lovely piece. I describe my writing day as ‘never enough time.’
I can relate to that… My boys have been out of school for going on three weeks for Christmas break – right now my writing days are, “not enough quiet”, though I got a break yesterday – what wonderful gifts grandparents can be
Too bad ours don’t live closer…
To ‘complicate’ my writing schedule, my husband has had two weeks of vacation, and since we didn’t go anywhere, he’s been home every day to make my life sweeter.
Oh wow, heehee
…The burden of our own thoughts
…The reality of the present
…And the little words between us
sure speaks to me Sheila, thank you for sharing.
So glad Carolyn – and I wish you a very happy new year!
Bravo! I love it. Happy New Year, Sheila.
Thank you! and happy new year to you, too! Here’s to all the adventures you’ll have in 2013
Lovely!
Thank you!
Like the narrative introduction to set up the poem; and, boy, what a poem!
Glad you enjoyed it
and thanks ever so much for stopping by and commenting!
Again Sheila you have hit perfection. Wonderful poetry my sweet friend.
Love and blessings,
Very kind of you to say – glad you enjoyed it
I always appreciate your comments and likes 