Okay, I am new to this, but I will give it a shot –
keep the snickers down, HA!
Disaster….
it waits around the bend,
this disease that demands I come back.
long eons of dark regrets and wasted nows
black, lonely, dreary, hateful
it lures in the deep night
whew. See, you did a good job. emotions. images. it’s rich with information – I immediately “saw” what you’re writing… Thanks for taking the time, Maggie!!!
I appreciate, SO much, the feedback. I have JUST BARELY started the work of letting go of ego and trying to just write and get feedback. I am trying to prove that you can NEVER be too old to change, HA! (Although the God-prods I keep getting may have something to do with it – !)
again, thanks (if I can ever even write something with HALF the visuals the song you entered in the song-writing contest has, I will feel as though I am becoming a writer…!)
Visuals? Then follow one simple rule: write from the senses. SHOW what’s happening, not just tell it. I’m still behind on the learning curve, you know…
In your admin page, go to “settings” -> “Discussion” -> “Enable Comment Threading” = Check the box & then use the dropdown to choose how many comments deep you want the discussion to go.
Disaster is raw eggs on the floor,
baby chicken placenta spilling everywhere.
It’s impossible to pick up, like trying to grasp at sand.
Disaster is…
Thrashing
black
yellow
the enclosing of the sky
Disaster is when you spill milk and it dribbles off the table and soaks everything in its path.
It’s what you thought was authentic, but is only an apparition.
Disaster causes convulsion, confusion.
Disaster means resolution is to follow, though time is unknown.
Disaster.
That’s what she is.
So thoroughly dysfunctional, yet somehow so beautiful.
So completely ruined, but at the same time…lovely.
One day her broken wings will carry her to new heights.
One day her bruises and blemishes will be healed.
Disaster.
That’s what she is.
But I’ve always loved her.
And always will.
metal
glass
heat
noise
flame
smoke
steam
dust
water
eyes
tears
rush
panic
help
near
far
wait
hope
wait
wait
wait
Okay, I am new to this, but I will give it a shot –
keep the snickers down, HA!
Disaster….
it waits around the bend,
this disease that demands I come back.
long eons of dark regrets and wasted nows
black, lonely, dreary, hateful
it lures in the deep night
whew. See, you did a good job. emotions. images. it’s rich with information – I immediately “saw” what you’re writing… Thanks for taking the time, Maggie!!!
I appreciate, SO much, the feedback. I have JUST BARELY started the work of letting go of ego and trying to just write and get feedback. I am trying to prove that you can NEVER be too old to change, HA! (Although the God-prods I keep getting may have something to do with it – !)
again, thanks (if I can ever even write something with HALF the visuals the song you entered in the song-writing contest has, I will feel as though I am becoming a writer…!)
Maggie, I’ll have to chime in here and say too that yours is great! Great writing! I could “see” it.
Visuals? Then follow one simple rule: write from the senses. SHOW what’s happening, not just tell it. I’m still behind on the learning curve, you know…
Okay. How do I get these comment “reply” thingies to come up on my blog? No seriously. I can’t for the life of me figure it out.
“I’m an artist, not a technician!”
Happy to help again!
In your admin page, go to “settings” -> “Discussion” -> “Enable Comment Threading” = Check the box & then use the dropdown to choose how many comments deep you want the discussion to go.
Got it! Thank you!
Disaster is raw eggs on the floor,
baby chicken placenta spilling everywhere.
It’s impossible to pick up, like trying to grasp at sand.
Disaster is…
Thrashing
black
yellow
the enclosing of the sky
Disaster is when you spill milk and it dribbles off the table and soaks everything in its path.
It’s what you thought was authentic, but is only an apparition.
Disaster causes convulsion, confusion.
Disaster means resolution is to follow, though time is unknown.
Disaster is dissonance that requires resolution.
Worf the Klingon: “You are fully dilated. You may begin giving birth.”
Keiko the human: “What do you think I’ve been doing!?!?!”
(from Star Trek: The Next Generation: Disaster)
me.
Take it back.
sometimes i just need to be fully honest.
and don’t worry – if i really spent 10 minutes writing about me being a disaster, it wouldn’t be ALL negative.
Great save.
Love you