Monday, June 20, 2011

Back in the saddle

How easy to fall off creative writing, expressive writing, to settle for single sentence flashes, maybe 160-character text messages. I feel the gap in my life though, so blogging seems in order. My life still has not recovered from the end of my marriage, but I need it to, as soon as possible. I find some moments of happiness a few times every week, but the rest is dread and worry. H.P. Lovecraft passages keep slithering into my mind, about days in darkness, huge slimy stairs, gibbering demons, and cliffs to climb. There must be a way into my life that feels alright, but my vision has grown dim.

My children still shower me with good love, my family is kind to me, and most of my friends tolerate my pro-longed somberness, so I am grateful to them.

Wednesday, February 09, 2011

Wintergreen Nothings

Sunshine and pennies,
Snowfall that lingers,
Myriad different nourishments
All fly around inside.

That feelings sweet and happy
Still grace my soul at all
Shows blessing kindness
Far past the road that goes on

No such thing as time
Or wintergreen nothings
All nothings taste plain
But good smells trigger pictures
And sounds color them in
Impressive eternal

Monday, January 03, 2011

Winter now

Winter now and all the clouds do fly. Winter now as I awaken by and by. Water calls me dreams of Spring, Winter whispers no relief. Four hours a week I see my children, hope to increase that soon. Hope to live to joy and freedom, past this thick wall of vengeance.