Making A Mull of it
Thought for the day.
Not to sound priggish, but I’m not one of those artists who finds her inspiration hidden inside bottles of vodka, whisky, or magic mushrooms. Rather, I like to let my ideas ferment for a while before I commit them to pen and paper. I mull over them; throw in a dash of pondering and a pinch of dreams and stir the pot … which does sound rather like a recipe for mulled wine!
Time Flies Away From Me
November 5, 2012
One of my New Year’s resolutions was to get more sleep. At least a reasonable amount. I think I was failing by day 2 – maybe even day 1. There just never seems to be enough time in the day, in the week to get everything done that I wish …
October 16, 2012
time flies away from me
i try to catch it with
my fingertips
to hold it close
come back, come back i cry
and chase it into
the early morning hours
until sleep at last drags
my reluctant feet back to earth
Too much to do, be, see –
there really needs to be
two of me.
Stolen Words
Playing with random poems this week … they give birth to little fancies and longer written poems and strange dreams. Last night I dreamed it was the end of the world, apocalyptic storms rolling in off the ocean, fleeing people and abandoned streets. I might have to write a poem about it.
Random Words :: Americana // DC // No flash
Shorthand Thoughts
My own epigrammatic thoughts this week, the culmination of a flurry of texts with a friend …
Today linguists bemoan the degeneration of language into ‘txtese’ (yes, that really is a word). I try not to take my text messages into revolting territory, and I even proofread them, but it is amusing to consider the notion that the necessary brevity of text messages may bring epigrams back into fashion. Or even the eighteenth-century style salon and an elegant exchange of witticisms. Via text of course.
Butterflies
I have been sick from the flu for over a week. And tired. Sleepy all the time from working too late.
My thoughts scatter away beyond reach …