today has been a relatively silent day but oh such a
good one really, nobody here but me and my notebook,
my camera and some diet coke (although really it would
be better if i had chips, too) oh, and the computer. all
day just daydreaming and doodling and planning
and sketching and scheming and quiet. i have not even
put the radio on. i'm just...quiet. not the silent anger or
sadness that comprised saturday- just quiet.
i savor this silence but inside i wait for you to return and pull me out of myself.
i am not sure about this one,
i wanted it to be prose-like
but i have such an issue with
where i break the lines...
this goes against my grain
to write across the page.
and even then, the margins
affected how it looked in the end.
nothing ventured, nothing gained.
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i think i may have to try something new too ... i am starting to feel a wee bit blocked as though all my poems sound the same, its hard writing a poem everyday, i don't remember it being this hard last year but am probably delusional about that ;-)
i like being quiet sometimes, xo
Sometimes those quiet days have a way of revealing everything, even if it is just the realization of a need for sound. I love the line "i savor this silence but inside i wait for you to return and pull me out of myself." Beautiful.
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