|I need some writers in my life!
||[Apr. 10th, 2007|02:03 pm]
The Emptied Pen
|||||Band of Horses-St. Augustine||]|
Okay. I know no one ever uses this anymore, and the writing group kind of disintegrated, but I think we should start it back up! At least just online. What do you say?
So. Here. Everyone has to post either a poem, a short story, a short play, a piece of a novel, a piece of a screenplay, something by the end of the week. By Saturday. 4/14. And then we should all give each other feedback. Come on, guys! It will be fun! And then maybe next week, someone can post a writing prompt!
Who's with me? Lindsay? Sakka? Alisha? Rebecca? Nick? Nikki? Anyone? *crickets*
Post it in a separate, new entry. I'll start.
A strange buzzing sound inside the ear drum
High-pitched ringing in the mind
Early morning sun
Emerging through the clouds through resistant curtains
onto my face,
but the singing feathered creatures flap their wings,
dancing from tree to tree,
and wake me.
Scattered images from dreaming’s end
blurring into the morning
a whirl of colors and symbols
on the screen of my eye lids.
You roll over, twist your body
to face mine,
your leg thrown over my knee,
the hairs on your forearm brush against my goosebumps,
The ceiling fan spins
and pushes wind from the window
We pull the blanket up to shield us,
a sanctuary from the cold, twirling rock
we lie somewhere upon.
It is this moment.
(Your lips greeting mine)
Before words are spoken,
before eyes are opened.
I forget myself.
Escaping from/Returning to
Foreign body/Comfortable corpse
The inadequacy of language
in your fingers as they
clutch my clothing.