So for the past week I haven't written anything not because I haven't had anything to write about, (because there has been plenty...Manny the Squirrel, Macaroni and Cheese from 2001, a backpack eating kindergartener, Shia Le BUFF, etc.) but I just haven't felt like writing it. I read two very short verse novels this weekend, and that's all I can think in...verse. That happens to me a lot. When I read something that has lots of voice, I tend to write like that. So here goes a page out of the Book of Rhia in verse:
Sometimes
I wish I could sleep
all
day
long.
Then maybe
I could manage
to convince myself
that getting up
in the morning
is a good thing.
Pathetic...
I know.
6 comments:
I'm giving you beatnik snaps...can you hear them? I was moved. Loved the voice in that one.
Harriet, Har-ri-et. Hard-hearted harbinger of haggis. Beautiful. Be-mu-sed. Belacose butcher. Un-trust-ing. Un-know-ing. Un-lov-ed?
He wants you back, he screamed into the night air like a fireman going to a window that has no fire. Except the passion of his heart
I am lonely. It's really hard. This poem sucks.
(If you know that reference, I'll give you a nickel :)
Have you been reading Out of the Dust?
I must say, compelling stuff, my friend. I also give you snaps. :)
Matthew: So I Married An Axe Murderer
Alison: No, I've been reading What My Mother Doesn't Know and the sequel, What My Girlfriend Doesn't Know. They aren't quite as innocent as Out of the Dust.
Can I get a nap too? Because getting out of bed is getting harder and harder for me too. When are Elizabeth and I allowed to come crash?
I'll start polishing that nickel for you ;)
And I looked over our finances for the next two months and all the bills we'll have to pay, and we DEFINITELY are able to come to Dallas in December.
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