While dealing with my Writer's Block Stint, I wrote a whole many poems that just weren't up to snuff. So I thought, seeing there really was a lot of these scraps laying around, that I should retool as many as I could, and so I created this Outtake From The Block Files. This is the first. The original was about 5 pages long, mainly prose. Obviously you can tell there was a ton discarded. Anyhow, here's the first of this series, one which I'll add to as I find the time to go through all that remains.
A
painted archway above the seams
Speaks
the story in mind for me
Dry
as blank canvas,
Begging
for light
To
breathe
To
wade
Without
sanction
To
immerse memory
With
visions to come
Serendipity
lives
Within
every passage
Within
every yet to dream
oh this is nice..the painted archway, the wading..and the original was 5 pages long..? wow - so you cut quite a bit..smiles..
ReplyDeleteusually i write my poems where ever on my iPhone, just without line breaks and correct grammar and spelling, just as they come..sometimes with some german words in between because i don't know the english word right now..and when i'm home, i re-read and sort and take out that pair of scissors as well..smiles
nice...here is the thing...even when under the block write every day...you may scavenge a line later...this actually turned out well fred...keep dreaming
ReplyDeleteA fortunate accident, at least something can come from a brain fart, when ones muse goes on a shopping spree at Wal-mart. Looks like the blank canvas got a little color thrown on it at least.
ReplyDeleteSorry I couldn't comment on this earlier I had to run out the door. This is really beautiful work Fred. I look forward to more outtakes :).
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