There it is, standing tall and wide,
Look upon the closet door!
The slightest shine to it in the light,
If it's hit just right.
Look upon the closet door!
Who knows where it once lived as a tree,
That secretive closet door.
Lovers kissing, children playing, animals hunting--
All these things perhaps seen by the tree,
that is now a closet door?
Life is not as exciting anymore, is it closet door?
All that is seen is the little life a bedroom has to offer,
There, standing, mute, frustrated and bored,
Is the ever, dead, ever pale, ever open closet door.
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
The Hard-Working Widow
(Narrative-ish)
THUMP
It is easy to hear the horrid thumping of her heart, she is far from relaxed.
THUMP
She has a deranged look plastered her face. Her breath broken,
The old woman's spirit cracked.
THUMP
It is easy to hear the horrid thumping of her heart, she is far from relaxed.
THUMP
She has a deranged look plastered her face. Her breath broken,
The old woman's spirit cracked.
Thursday, February 5, 2015
Writing Plan
Due to the fact that I notice that I have so many different things going on inside of my head during the late evening, I will begin my writing session during that time. Possibly at around 7:00 at night, would not only be the most convenient time due to my schedule, but it is also a grand time to reflect, for me most days of the week. On Mondays and Fridays, however, I would probably do my sessions right before bed on Mondays, and at 4:00 on Fridays due to my work schedule.
Due to my introverted nature, I have the tendency to spend a great deal of time in my bedroom, so I would more than likely do my session, like most of my writing, there. It depends on how focused I am during the day, though. Some days, I have no problem writing in the dining hall, others I do.
I almost always have paper and a writing utensil on my person, however, I will try to make an effort to carry my laptop, as well during this next week.
Due to my introverted nature, I have the tendency to spend a great deal of time in my bedroom, so I would more than likely do my session, like most of my writing, there. It depends on how focused I am during the day, though. Some days, I have no problem writing in the dining hall, others I do.
I almost always have paper and a writing utensil on my person, however, I will try to make an effort to carry my laptop, as well during this next week.
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
Flick
It is difficult to imagine flakes of snow this large.
The size is unreal, it seems times is making them grow.
The clustered crystals of frozen liquid make a small flicking sound.
The gobs of soft ice are flicking the window glass.
Peace fills the walls, the floor and the air inside this side of the glass.
This side of the glass, which is warmer than where the slick snowflakes flick.
The size is unreal, it seems times is making them grow.
The clustered crystals of frozen liquid make a small flicking sound.
The gobs of soft ice are flicking the window glass.
Peace fills the walls, the floor and the air inside this side of the glass.
This side of the glass, which is warmer than where the slick snowflakes flick.
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