Writing Sanctuary | Day Ten

 

Responses to Beth Kempton’s prompts for BLOOMING

I am writing in bed. It is still early, and I have been awake since before first light. Now the sky is blue-pink and filled with birdsong. My head feels full. Not with writing but with the distractions of life. It is hard to set them down today.

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~ DAILY SPARKS ~

We Write

I think I am better at writing

Than cleaning

Either way, there is always more grime to come

And more words written than anyone has time to read

The universe wouldn’t notice or care

If I just lay down and looked at the sky instead

(And who knows what it means that i was thinking this as i cleaned the sink, 

and wrote the lines in my head in the shower.

The sky through my window is blue today. And the window could do with a clean.)

. . .

Twice Blessed

Impossible to catch with words

The feelings in my heart

The droning thoughts of a minute alone

Would fill libraries

As soon as they notice they are being noticed

They pull themselves together

And that’s not what i meant at all

Responding to the invitation to look in the mirror

:

This doesn’t feel comfortable to do today, not even to write about the discomfort.

. . .

Today’s Person from Porlock : life!

. . .

Today i have cried a lot. But also written poetry and noticed a marigold.