"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Cold Water.

Up to your neck
it lies still
like soft glass.
Ripples trail
behind a hand,
brisk chill
your shoulders.

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Well, my exams are now all finished, so now I've got a week full of long sweet empty in front of me. This is something I just dashed off to get back in to the routine of writing regularily.

I got this neat little word of the day calendar for Christmas; Today's word of the day is 'mirth'. I think it would be very cool to write a poem everyday, that was based around that particular word. I think I'll try starting tomorrow. Usually when I write poetry, I start with a phrase and then just build off it. I guess when it comes to writing, there's not a lot of planning or prep for me. Words are words, and I feel like it's enough to put them down on the paper. To plan it out would just obliterate the fun of being a wordsmith.


  1. Just keep writing. Your poems are indeed "teeth kickers".

  2. I absolutely agree. I don't agonize over my words nor do I often rewrite. As a friend says (and I believe) "It's only real on the first draft".

    Glad your exams are done - now you can play! Tra la la!


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