Time Measured In Clocks Blinking 8's
The writers block is gone. I truely wish that I had my poets notebook on the drive back to the airport becuase the most beautiful and poetic ideas flowed from my thoughts like water. I spent the entire trip home in my own world. Colorado is one of the most beautiful and pristine places I've been but my romance of this place was shortlived and underdeveloped as new loves often are. Distracted by the shining autumn colors and flowing wide open spaces;I'm sure there infinently more to expirience and I hope to do so some day. As I looked on burning yellow trees with blackwood bark burst into brilliant color with each leaf like a tiny sun.
It is now that I am home I can archive my thoughts into my little black book to be drawn upon at a later date. Tiny beginnings and clever word plays abound. My emotions spill over. I have my thoughts to record and an almost finished poem that was posted privately earlier this weekend in order to protect my creativity until its finished. Though I'm not sure that any of these writings will make it on here. Perhaps some day.
It is now that I am home I can archive my thoughts into my little black book to be drawn upon at a later date. Tiny beginnings and clever word plays abound. My emotions spill over. I have my thoughts to record and an almost finished poem that was posted privately earlier this weekend in order to protect my creativity until its finished. Though I'm not sure that any of these writings will make it on here. Perhaps some day.