Poems flash through my thoughts now and again. I was an English major, drawn to that field of study by 2 years of creative writing workshops. I loved workshops; fellow students tearing out the heart of each others' essays and poems and handing them over, still beating, to the authors. We were brutal. But I always walked out of every class with a sentence and sometimes just a word I had used wisely.
So, for better or worse, I snatched a poem from my thoughts of this day and attempted to write it down. Here is the first draft. Feel free to read it and click away to somewhere else. Or workshop it (bring me back to old times! Tell me what to lose, what is good).
(no title as of yet)
A white hot reverie
Answering the call of a late November sun
Buzzing melts to a hum
Cool press of forehead against window
My responsibilities hush
Brain waves loosen and undulate widely
Thunderclap of noise
Whining and screaming from the backseat
I prepare for the fall
Comedic arms swing out, mouth a stunned O
Thrown off balance
The glass bowl flies into the air
1 comments:
Nice Mummy! We should really get together and do creative writing sessions! :)
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