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I highly doubt anyone still reads this since i neglected it for so long but I thought I would share some stuff I've been working on. First I'll share an exercise inspired by Gordon Lish's Fear: Four examples and also What Sarah Said by Death Cab for Cutie....so here it goes
What Sarah Said
Your head buried in a pillow filled with fantasies and dreams. You keep the dark areas beneath us, below our mattress where our children swear the monsters lurk. You’re all made up with your unmade-up face, and let down hair. With the most beautiful cosmetics a girl could ask for, given to her at birth. Starring through the lids of your eyes, I lose myself for but a moment, in our own shared thoughts. A shine catches my eye, from a ring reflecting the light of our lamp, happily snug around your finger, free of damage and struggle. An outstretched smile consumes me from the realization of a rocky past. We’ve had our problems. But I can’t complain; you’re still here sleeping next to me.
Your concentration buried into your work, as you knit along side the living room window with the warmth of the morning sun casting down upon you. You glow like an angel as your aching and swollen fingers work at a steady rhythmic pace; the most graceful thing a man could wake up to. You’re nightgown is half empty from your lonesome breast that weeps of great loss and your white slippers are as cozy as I have become with you. You push your glasses further up the bridge of your wrinkled nose, as your profile toys with my view of the dancing humming birds in the near background. Exposing them and then hiding them, exposing then hiding. Like an old homemade cartoon, making even the smoothest birds of flight seem shaky. A faint glare of light catches my attention from an old ring reflecting the morning sun into my gazing eyes. A smile consumes me as I think about the age and the wear it has taken over the years, as it symbolizes our own rocky past. But I can’t complain; you’re still here sitting next to me.
Your head buried in my chest, and concentration buried in our past, as you sit along side me. I can no longer feel the warmth of your skin, but the warmth of your heart floods the room. Black is not the color of an angel like you, but there isn’t an outfit I’ve seen, that you can’t pull off. The dampness of your tears floods your cheeks of black streaks. And a no longer transparent diamond bulges from your white un-circulated finger, where a permanent indent will forever mark my love for you, as you cling to my hand with all your loving strength. A smile consumes me from within as I think of the 60 years that I wouldn’t have wanted to spend any other way but by your side; and how one day, I get to spend the rest of time in such a familiar place. My apologies for a short lived time in between, but you can’t complain; I’m still here watching over you.
-Ryan
What Sarah Said
Your head buried in a pillow filled with fantasies and dreams. You keep the dark areas beneath us, below our mattress where our children swear the monsters lurk. You’re all made up with your unmade-up face, and let down hair. With the most beautiful cosmetics a girl could ask for, given to her at birth. Starring through the lids of your eyes, I lose myself for but a moment, in our own shared thoughts. A shine catches my eye, from a ring reflecting the light of our lamp, happily snug around your finger, free of damage and struggle. An outstretched smile consumes me from the realization of a rocky past. We’ve had our problems. But I can’t complain; you’re still here sleeping next to me.
Your concentration buried into your work, as you knit along side the living room window with the warmth of the morning sun casting down upon you. You glow like an angel as your aching and swollen fingers work at a steady rhythmic pace; the most graceful thing a man could wake up to. You’re nightgown is half empty from your lonesome breast that weeps of great loss and your white slippers are as cozy as I have become with you. You push your glasses further up the bridge of your wrinkled nose, as your profile toys with my view of the dancing humming birds in the near background. Exposing them and then hiding them, exposing then hiding. Like an old homemade cartoon, making even the smoothest birds of flight seem shaky. A faint glare of light catches my attention from an old ring reflecting the morning sun into my gazing eyes. A smile consumes me as I think about the age and the wear it has taken over the years, as it symbolizes our own rocky past. But I can’t complain; you’re still here sitting next to me.
Your head buried in my chest, and concentration buried in our past, as you sit along side me. I can no longer feel the warmth of your skin, but the warmth of your heart floods the room. Black is not the color of an angel like you, but there isn’t an outfit I’ve seen, that you can’t pull off. The dampness of your tears floods your cheeks of black streaks. And a no longer transparent diamond bulges from your white un-circulated finger, where a permanent indent will forever mark my love for you, as you cling to my hand with all your loving strength. A smile consumes me from within as I think of the 60 years that I wouldn’t have wanted to spend any other way but by your side; and how one day, I get to spend the rest of time in such a familiar place. My apologies for a short lived time in between, but you can’t complain; I’m still here watching over you.
-Ryan