Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Snippets on Tuesday...

I've been writing snippets of poetry, things that aren't quite fully realized but that need to be recorded.

Things like this:

And when she comes to it,
She'll know it's the end.
No bells; no party.
Just a quiet slipping between the sheets.

I've felt the vague urge to write poetry lately, like there is someting pushing its way up from my subconscious like a whale beneath a frozen ocean. And as far as this metaphor goes, I'm sitting on top going, "Whoa...it feels a litle rumbly..." And then not being able to express it any more creatively than that.

I think it's there. I just have to prime the pump. It's been so long.

And they're all about her. All my snippets, about some random girl (perhaps the girl in the green dress--or was it a coat--that sometimes come through my peripheral imagination?). My muse? I don't know. All I do know is that she's gotten on a bus and had all eyes on her for a second. Some, longer. And she walks.

Anywho...labor pains.

Out

6 comments:

Jason D Barr said...

Hey, Justin. Just came over from your comment on my blog Start Being Your Best, and I totally (!!) identify with what you're saying here. I felt the same way for a long time and tried to ignore it. Unleash the beast is all I have to say. It feels good. :) Keep writing.

Jason

A human kind of human said...

I'm watching and waiting with bated breath.

Adorably Dead said...

Your little snippet is intrigueing, I can't wait for the actual poem.

Viewtiful_Justin said...

Well, I'll make no guarantees about the creation of said poem. But maybe it'll come along...

Argent said...

You can't dangle a juicy morsel like that in front of us and expect to get away with it. More!!! I have a similar problem with song lyrics, I've got loads of snippets. Maybe we should all put our snippets together and make a patchword quilt.

Melissa said...

You have to finish it! I love what you've got there!