
My “process” is pretty much one and done, it is just what I do, how I write. So, as much as I would like to think (or promise myself internally) that I will get back to these.. I probably won’t (if I am honest about it).. so here are just some lines I scribbled, sort of orphans of mine. Maybe it will inspire out there in the wordpress-verse some other mind.
5.25.18
rumors ride a whisper
innuendo grows into a roar
5.23.18
the wind is the devil
before the storm
to stir the brew
5.4.18
winter sunlight
summer sunlight
all depends on the angle of your altitude
5.4.18
tales of wonder
no, tales of horror
buried in fathoms
depths below
*this was specifically written thinking about the Andrea Gail (the boat from “the perfect storm“), in my head I want to write an epic poem about that, I am fascinated by the sea.. but I guess not enough !
5.7.18
I started counting
the pattern on the guardrails
three, one, three, one
some would see four
*This was written sitting in brutal traffic on the NJ turnpike… looking at the guardrail
music? I play guitar (well, I aim to be better at it…) one of my faves is Eric Johnson, here he is live “Song for George“, just a man and his acoustic guitar.. so damn pure.. and so damn good.
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