Monday, January 23, 2012

A Cacophony of Sound

A full and empty shell
Each breath hollow
Occupied with nothing
Bursting with unseen thought
Or spoken word
An empty beach
Washed away
Eroded, then
Replaced
Time and time again
In a
Cacophony of sound
She whispers
A useless word
The silence overwhelms her

overheard


“what do you want?”
“forgiveness”
“for what?’
‘whatever it is I’ve done wrong’
‘what do you think you’ve done?’
‘no idea’
‘then what makes you think you need to be forgiven?’
‘doesn’t everyone?’

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Why write?

Today I answered the question “Why is writing important to you?” on Twitter@Writer’sDigest@BrianKlems.   
Most people had responded with the ways that writing fed their soul or their creativity or their need for release.  For me the answer was different.  Writing is important to me because it is the one thing I have never given up on completely. 
It seems that most of us go through life looking for the elusive ‘it’.  The thing that makes us who we are.  The thing that makes us tick.  We assume that if we find it we will also be successful at it.  It is a recipe for disappointment.  None of us can live up to the expectations we place on ourselves in this regard.  And yet there is the small voice that won’t be squelched no matter how many times we fail or how long it takes us to start.  It is the little voice that dares us to dream. 
I read once that the three ingredients to happiness were someone to love, something to do and something to look forward to.  It is because of the latter that I became a fan of the perpetual dream.  Having a dream that doesn’t come to fruition can be just as beneficial to our psyches as the one that does.  It keeps us looking forward.  We continue to be engaged and striving instead of jaded and complacent.  It reminds me of the movie “That Thing You Do” about the band who made it big only to come undone.  It was the dreaming not the reality that sustained them. 
 I look at my writing like this.  I am a writer because I write.  If there comes a day when I am published then I will be a published writer but I no longer want to place the value of my worth as a writer on a single adjective.   The way I see it, it could be a “be careful what you wish for you just might get it” scenario.   Perhaps if I were to publish I would encounter a new set of problems,  deadlines, criticisms, poor sales.   Who’s to say?  In the meantime I will continue to write as the need arises or the inspiration or even the desperation.  And I’ll keep dreaming, who knows, maybe one day I’ll even add that adjective. 

Friday, January 20, 2012

Fallout


We all saw it
The shift
Leaving life as we knew it behind us
Who are you? We asked
Each in his own way
Who will take care of us now that you have been replaced
Who will we become because of it
Someone who is misunderstood
Someone who gives up
Someone who hurts the others
But carries on as if nothing matters
And nobody knows
Someone who uses their body as
A means of escape
Someone who’s forgotten
But we are all okay
Aren’t we?

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Rain on a Tin Roof



I lived a life with strangers once
Strangers who gave birth to me
In an act of defiance
Because there was no other choice to be made
How can you love something you didn’t
Want in the first place
Is that why you hurt me
Is that why you turned away
To hide the screws you turned inside me
The words designed to hurt
The ones that say I love you
Like rain on a tin roof
Painful and false

a few of my favourite things

Thursday, October 6, 2011

142 Books

Like I said, I'm a book person.  They are a comfort that could lead to hoarding if it's true that the paper book may become a thing of the past. For now I have them, for the most part, confined to bookshelves, residing on chair seats and replacing the insides of an old piano.  That is except for the revolving pile beside my bed. 
Whenever I buy a new book, but I'm not ready to read it yet, I put it beside my bed with the others.  One day my son asked my how many I had.  "Oh I don't know," I said.  "Maybe 30 or 40."  Curious, I counted.  There were 142. 
I've read a good portion of that pile but I have to admit that some were impulse buys from the bargain section.  If nothing else they give me hope. Because if they can get published so can I ;)