Spiders.
I thought maybe I would step from this thought to that thought, or wander down the path.. it's a lovely thought in all its idealism, but in reality Im not sure I have enough concerted effort (or something to that effect) to carry it on through - I ended up reading bits and pieces of the old journal which is not so much bittersweet as its at such a point that it whats that word again.. doesn't indent on the conscious (or something to that effect)
Lazy words make for great writing :)Sometimes when I haven’t written in so long, its so very taxing to actually write again, but the second prompt is the one I really wanted to do, its just that its also the 3rd January when I started the other one and really that was a prompt that didn’t inspire much at all.
Title: Semi Translucent
3 Jan - “The colours of the day that lie along your arms”
You are patches of gold and blue overlaid amongst the bracken, burrowing against the grain - exploding into the ether.
You are the the purple reds uterine skies merging into the dark twilight.
You could also be the greens interlaced between tall grasses which wind possessive around legs and calves.
You are the golds steepled under the chin, merging between fingers and bones of the jaw.Title: Dissemination
1 Jan - “Maybe God can be on both sides of the gun”
Theres’ an old saying “To sit on the fence” which is simply put that you are undecided on which course of action to take, that you see both sides and yes, you just refuse to make the choice.
There’s another saying “She runs with the hounds and hunts with the wolves” which means that one takes the best of both worlds offered for they are undecided in which way their loyalties lie.
Lets add to the list, this particular.. that “God can be on both sides of the gun”, I find some sense of poeticism in this quote, despite the actuality of the notion (skewered), that every man could find some sense of justification for any action they take or choose to undertake in every decision that they could and would face.
Cripes I was going to write, but this turned out to be something so incredibly different, I had a notion and a thought and a semi direction, which turned a 180 on me and started coughing up philosophy.
Jesus, bedtime.. lets try the writing lark again another day.
x
Lazy words make for great writing :)Sometimes when I haven’t written in so long, its so very taxing to actually write again, but the second prompt is the one I really wanted to do, its just that its also the 3rd January when I started the other one and really that was a prompt that didn’t inspire much at all.
Title: Semi Translucent
3 Jan - “The colours of the day that lie along your arms”
You are patches of gold and blue overlaid amongst the bracken, burrowing against the grain - exploding into the ether.
You are the the purple reds uterine skies merging into the dark twilight.
You could also be the greens interlaced between tall grasses which wind possessive around legs and calves.
You are the golds steepled under the chin, merging between fingers and bones of the jaw.Title: Dissemination
1 Jan - “Maybe God can be on both sides of the gun”
Theres’ an old saying “To sit on the fence” which is simply put that you are undecided on which course of action to take, that you see both sides and yes, you just refuse to make the choice.
There’s another saying “She runs with the hounds and hunts with the wolves” which means that one takes the best of both worlds offered for they are undecided in which way their loyalties lie.
Lets add to the list, this particular.. that “God can be on both sides of the gun”, I find some sense of poeticism in this quote, despite the actuality of the notion (skewered), that every man could find some sense of justification for any action they take or choose to undertake in every decision that they could and would face.
Cripes I was going to write, but this turned out to be something so incredibly different, I had a notion and a thought and a semi direction, which turned a 180 on me and started coughing up philosophy.
Jesus, bedtime.. lets try the writing lark again another day.
x