I was drawn to blue.
Sapphires.
Oceans, sky,
My bathrobe, hyacinths, sun glass,
Our sofa, the bedspread, my running shoes, that favorite candle,
Blue, all blue.
But now, purple is creeping into my life.
An odd shift that I’m not going to analyze.
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Month: April 2012
Sleep
Sleep doesn’t come easily to me anymore. I fall asleep fine. But, if something interrupts my sleep, it’s all over. And I am finding the more I think about writing, the more I think about writing. The other night, the cat decided to jump on the bed and sit on my chest, purring loudly. Once awake, I started analyzing the plot to a story I’m working on. I really like one of the characters, but I hadn’t developed her enough. Finally, I had to get out of bed and write. (Thus yesterday’s poem about finding morning to be a relief.)
I am also taking the advice of writers who say we have to be willing to write badly. After years of writing only nonfiction (as a journalist) or posts on my blog, I am treading carefully into creative writing. It’s painful, at times. Yet, I take seriously this gift of time to explore my creative side through painting, sketching, and writing.
And, now, back to work….
A Thought
As the sun shows its bold self
Morning rituals bring relief from night’s wondering
A new day sheds light, shaping thoughts and worries into perspective.
Such clarity comes regularly, if we give it a chance.
Such sweet intervention is welcome.
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A Grandmother
The worn path that leads from the tall Oak to the raspberry bushes
reminds me of my grandmother.
She once planted tulips and asparagus,
filling the spaces with blues, pinks, and yellows.
In her cotton dress and wide-brimmed hat,
she dug and sifted, clearing her garden of impossible weeds.
Dreaming of books and poetry. A writer.
I only knew her in her garden.
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We Are Fine
We sit, laptops open.
Did you know too much happiness is a bad thing, he asks.
Hmmm, are we too happy?
No, he said.
The cat yawns.
The dog scratches.
Did you know eating fish three times a week prevents heart attacks, I ask.
Hmmm, we eat it twice. Is that enough?
Yes, I said.
The cat stretches.
The dog sighs.
We are fine, you know.
Yes. I know.
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