There Used To Be

DSCN0157There used to be a time when I could come out here,

I could see for miles and miles,

what would I see you might wonder? The answer is simple,

Nothing.

Now, As I sit parked in the my car, no longer hidden from the city lights I know that I can see it all.

No more can I look to the right and wonder what might prowl on the plains.

I sit here and wonder on top of this modest hill- what will happen in just a few more days?

A few more months? Will I even sit here on the side of the road masked by the cover of darkness?

No.

There is no place to hide.

If I want to see the stars unhindered I will have to run further the next time. 

Speeding down a new abandoned highway, the journey is no longer minutes but hours.

All to see the stars,

unhindered. 

Snow Fall

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With it comes a combination of excitement and misery.

The blanket can wrap itself around 

you romantically or detrimentally.

The beauty of its innocence, the first few precious moments it lays there

cannot be ignored. 

Much like you, untouched its

white facade, its enchantment.

Forever lost trying to find the ways each flake is unique unto itself. 

In an instant, a trail is blazed, the sun comes out, a cat’s track crunches the pristine surface.

Character has replaced innocence, 

it has to be for the better?

Who Am I Writing For?

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The most honest answer to this question is also perhaps the most conceited but it is the truth. First and foremost I write for me, I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t enjoy it and believe I had something to share. That is not the point of this exercise, I need help from my amazing followers. I have decided to take that risk and truly try to get published in some form or another, any form really but there are certain steps I need to follow.

The first step is this: I have to decide on my platform and my audience. Who am I writing for? Who are the people that read and I hope enjoy this blog? Please let me know, I think I have a general idea but I can’t be sure. I want to make sure I target the correct audience. The first step to failure would be to target the wrong audience.

How has everyone else decided upon their audience? Any hints? Suggestions? Any words of encouragement are greatly appreciated.

The Final Weekend

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All I want is eggnog,
spiked with something special.
To sit peacefully in my
living room, watching the lights
twinkle, the bulbs glisten.

Instead I waited until
the weekend before to tempt
fate at the mall parking lot.

Run, jump, duck and cover-
don’t lose a hand over that
sweater.