My sorrow, when she’s here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.
-Robert Frost
(Photo by A)
4 am
Early morning, late at night.
I heard someone talking about you again.
Unlike most he spoke in reverence of your peace, of your creative space.
Spoke out of love – no one else is around, up during your moment each day.
I haven’t visited in a while.
I have no excuses – only lies to me.
I need to stay up or get up.
4am the time for poetry, novels, stories and if I am lucky, the perfect sentence.
Cloud Gazin’
Every cloud is a piece of your puzzle.
You can try to capture it or
Be grateful to witness it.
Fall into the flow
Only when I am trying to shut off my thoughts does my subconscious dance freely.
It’s a game we both play – a wicked dance.
When I need you or want you – you can’t help but saunter off into the corner.
Tucked away in comfort, drifting towards dreams you pull me out of bed.
A single scene, a glib piece of dialogue or a character that I know I’ve met but can’t place.
All entertainment, value and stories I need to hear but they don’t exist.
How can it be?
How can I put them down in words?
It will become an obsession –
It will eventually torment me –
Maybe that will be enough.
Running From Dusk
Spring – Summer all but built upon shear anticipation.
Up with the sun, not a moment spared.
A life in frenzy –
A frenzy of life –
Then the sun disappears.
Each evening it goes away earlier and earlier
The shorter the day the less we tend to live it.
Avoid The Routine of Monday
Make it different.
Pardon My Absence
Hello All –
I am sorry I have been away for a little bit over a month. It has taken quite a bit of time to get my beer blog up and running. Not only that, but a scene for a new novel popped up one day on the drive to work and I have been fleshing out the story line every since.
I am back back now and I promise to get back to regular posts.
As always I appreciate your support!
Happy Writing!
