On the perfect yellow rose rested a dewdrop as perfect as the rose in every way.It slid down the petal with a most perfect grace, then fell to the rich soil below, content to find its place.I will never be as perfect as the dewdrop, yet in my awkward way, I have my grace, and…
Month: January 2007
In the attic
We pack things into this keeper of castoffs, treasures fallen from favor, things no one wants to remember or forget. Letters and cards, photos of the loved, departed, clothes that no longer fit, traces of money earned, then lost or spent, yellowed magazines, books we’ll surely read again, and those no one will— manuscripts that…
Edgar Allan Poe
Dear Mr. Poe, Thank you for the poetry, the stories, the mystery. Happy Birthday. Respectfully, a fan * * * The Raven (excerpt) And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s…
The naked truth
Truth doesn’t come in a pretty package tied up in wrapper and ribbon. Truth comes in a flash of insight, in words left unspoken. One might pray for truth yet never find it until ready, stretching, in a desperate, humble moment of surrender. Truth doesn’t enter the writer’s mind while she waits, pen poised to…
The unseen
When I’m invisible, I watch people go on living all around, unaware that I watch. Dropping their guard, they dance and flow and sing, full streams of clear water, bubbling. Only as long as I’m silent, apart, not a part of their lives, never entering their hearts. For when I begin to interact with people,…
Journals, past present future
Turtleheart asked in “Journaling Stuff” (link no longer active): “Do you regularly keep any kind of personal journal, online or off? What works best for you?” I started out journaling on looseleaf notebook paper, as a girl. Sometimes I bought colored paper or a spiral notebook for a change. Later I collected bound blank books…