Archive for the ‘Creative Writing’ Category
Team Sport Drama
The eye of the needle
and the razor’s edge
could be sewn into
the fabric of our discontent
if it was worth the weight
of the world
on our shoulders
to be or not to be
greatly persuaded
that the heart of the matter
rests within the bright spot
on the horizon
where the spoils await
our humble reception
for the victory we wrest
out the jaws of defeat
Wading
.
wading
into the water
that is Sunday morning
immersed in blessings
beneath layers of blankets
inside the room looking out
at bright sunshine
on crisp below zero snow
enjoying the transition
of one song into the next
not simply
because we can
although that is true
but because
I simply must
to feel the hope
that lies here with me
feeding my soul
the things I can’t
even though I want to
for the rest of every day
of my life
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Subtle Silence
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subtlety
of silence
lost
in a moment
unnoticed
amid the glitter
of innumerable things
that demand our attention
beyond one’s capacity
to mindfully deny
begs us to see
the value inherent
in the pause
to be quiet
and listen
to nothing
and actually hear
everything
within
that silence
provides
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Think
.
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think about a reason not to think about
the things that for whatever silly reason
remain easier not to talk about
with the people who really matter most
as if the things that transpired
some time in the long ago past
deserve to hold sway
in a negative way
right now today
at the critical time of now
which matters more than any other
regardless how we allow
our silly trepidations
to carry so much weight
when things that did do harm
on a scale far beyond
our ability to comprehend
continue to come back around
and diminish each individual’s worth
for every time hurt befalls one other
all people of the world ultimately suffer
.
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Guest Post
John couldn’t be here today because he was working too hard on his secret December projects to get around to writing, so me and Silent Bob is here to tell you all that we’ve got everything under control. Our take on things involves a lot more profanity than is probably welcome here so we won’t go ranting about what bugs us most, except for people who take candy from babies. We hate it when that happens. All we really know is that things are rarely as bad as they seem, even when we are acting as if it is just the opposite. We hate when that happens, too. Anyway, don’t you think you should get back to work or whatever it is you are supposed to be doing right now? Dude!
From the Archives
Deep
feel this
it’s your feelings
reach out with your mental acuity
and wrap your grip
around
with firm yet even pressure
to let it touch
your innermost percepting region
more than touch though
you’ve done that much before
it needs to be as you would with your eyes
when you see past the surface
into the depth of reflection
that ripples in the waves
of your brazen desiring appetite
and your viewing threatens
to consume the molecules
of the vision luminescing
before you acknowledge
the lump rising in your throat
for once beat it to the punch
and deftly wield the glorious
power intangible
to tread in the field
fat for the harvest
feel with the urge
of suppressing a laugh
and with all of your might
your mighty bright might
let go with your best
unabashed best belly laugh
©2003
Picture This
Wanna play a game? I’ve got one to offer. All you need to do is compose an image in your mind… I will describe an image for you and your task is to consciously become aware of the image that forms in your mind. If I mention a tire, what image comes to mind for you? How about a car tire that is not on a rim? Or was I thinking of a bike tire? What images form in your mind for each of these mentioned objects? To play this game, you make a concerted effort to consciously capture the images that materialize in your mind. If you create a vision in your head, your brain will not process it any differently than an image you have actually seen and later recall. So, do you wanna make a picture? Imagine this…
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Picture a two lane county road under repair with all of the pavement having been removed. There is light brown dirt, and a variety of tire tracks are visible, from trucks, tractors and car traffic. Just ahead, there is a fork in the road where a path of a driveway branches off and curves to the right. It is a double track with some green growth appearing between the tire trails. There are two sections of fabric construction fence visible, a few feet high, with orange horizontal stripes. One fence appears on either side of the drive, along the main road, bordering the greenery on the right and the road construction next to it.
There is a dump truck parked facing toward us, on the right side of the road to the left, and on the far side of the driveway. It has a white cab and yellow bucket. It is relatively small as dump trucks go, with the bucket no taller than the cab.
In the tracks of the dirt road is visible a small spot of what looks like the gray dregs dumped when cleaning the flue of a cement mixing truck. In the distance of the road can be seen stacks of blocks, a few construction vehicles, and the makings of a retaining wall. High in the trees and far in the distance, late in the day sunlight is visible. The rest of the view is in shadowed daylight.
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Imagine the scene and get a picture in your mind that represents what appeared to you as you read the details. Then come back tomorrow and see how your image compares to the one I was looking at when I wrote the descriptions.
Relative Something 