lately

I am nesting. Baking. Making. procrastinating. Hiding away from production. Resolved most days to carry on. This secret we shall keep and never speak of what can be done. Thank you for what has been done. I see you. I know you. I see your full potential. The all and the sum of what you are capable of if you only had a small encourager sitting on your shoulder, cheering you on and validating how wonderful you truly are.

I am standing at intersections busy and loud.
I am content to look down each road and see the middle.
I never see the end.
I stay.

I see love and passion and touch and song.
I cuddle close, content to catch the constant crashing chords.
constant crashing
I lift myself up with your words.
Affirmations.
Thank you.

You leave long long lines of silence
and I wonder where you are
where you've gone
when you will leave
and be gone
good-bye
bad-bye
there is no good in leaving
just
absence
and
silence
cradling
crashing
cleaving
to
what?

Writing Ways

Sometimes I write with wild abandon-- forging ahead without thinking. A flow. A bite. A long, long escalation. It's explosive.

Sometimes I write with thoughtfulness-- carefully constructing an arc of words that carry meaning and weight. I am left feeling satisfied, accomplished-- A completeness and afterglow achieved.

Sometimes I tease with a nip, a tip. I flirt with an idea, a notion and just barely touch it.

Sometimes I punch the words into submission-- forcing conception.

It's all writing. It's all good. I love it.

CW

I really like Anberlin's new album and I've been listening to it all afternoon. This title has nothing to do with the words below.

Want.

You.

Lose.

You.

Take.

You.

Leave.

You.

Find.

Me.

feelings

Uninspired. Stagnant. Unwilling. Apathetic.

Why write? Why words? Form and syntax and meaning.... why? Rhythm and flow and sound... why?

Creation is just for me and me alone. And today, I don't care.