#SOL17 Day 19
All good writing begins with terrible first efforts. You need to start somewhere. ~Anne Lamott
What a Writer Needs
(is) Room to Write
(so make a) Small Change
(by looking through) A Different Mirror
(then) Escaping Into the Open
(riding the) Western Wind
(and) Crafting a Life
(that will make) Lasting Impressions
This book binding poem was inspired by another slicer. I have read so many posts this weekend I forget which one I “borrowed” this idea from. Thank you, whoever you are!
#SOL 17 Day 17
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. ~ William Wordsworth
My notebook is coming apart at the seams.
A little like me it seems.
It has hardly been written in or read,
But its demise has me seeing red.
When I bought it, it looked really great,
but now on my nerves it does grate.
It’s not like it’s just a small piece
If it were then I could have peace.
I don’t want to leave it bare,
but this rip is more than I can bear.
To abandon it doesn’t seem right,
Within it will I be able to write?
Oh, I’ll keep it and stop my whine
As I pour myself a nice glass of wine.
#SOL17 Day 16
The quieter you become, the more you can hear. ~Ram Dass
I choose to sit in the silence
away from the idle talk – meaningless.
In the silence, I am alone with my thoughts,
Alone yet not,
Thinking yet not,
Waiting for vision, clarity,
a knowing of what to do,
where to go –
waiting for inspiration.
#SOL17 Day 14
A snow day literally and figuratively falls from the sky, unbidden, and seems like a thing of wonder. ~ Susan Orlean
Hear the wind whipping
The sleet slamming against the bedroom window
Snowstorms should be quiet
As day breaks there is silence
Just snow falling, no alarm clocks ringing,
No whispers of showers, no hustle, no bustle
Soon the voices of newscasters fill the air
Reporting from near and far
The heater clicks on and off with greater frequency
Later the sounds of shovels scraping the blacktop
Combine with humming snow blowers and car motors
Reverberating through the neighborhood
The house begins to crackle and creak
As the sun makes a short appearance
Crunching boots resound through the frozen precipitation
Spoons stirring in cups of hot cocoa
Sputtering popcorn jumps into the bowl
It’s good to be home on a day like today
One step at a time is good walking. ~Proverbs
I am getting better with my walking friend.
I stand up straight, I do not bend.
I make my way between tables and chairs.
A walker awaits at both end of the stairs.
I am getting over my walker woes.
But stay out of my way or watch your toes!
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby. ~Langston Hughes
It began as a gentle shower,
barely needing an umbrella for cover.
It steadily grew stronger and stronger
until torrential sheets were sweeping
across the roof.
I don’t mind the rain.
Its song is rhythmic,
Soothing and cleansing.
I close my eyes and
let the rain’s song wash over me
as I begin to let go
Of worries that creep to mind,
Of ailments that plague me,
Of things I cannot control.
As the rain nourishes
the parched ground
I allow it to expunge my worries
and nurture my soul.