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mynewplace) wrote2008-07-28 12:48 pm
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Monday
Answer to a writing prompt on the West Virginia Poetry Group:
Where does my creativity come from?
I’ve always thought my life would make a novel
With all my family’s foibles and exploits.
But I’ve put off the writing ‘til I’m older,
To keep from hurting loved ones I’d expose.
I had no muse.
Then I awoke from drug-inflicted stupor,
Discovered dormant and intense desire.
Peccadilloes filled my thoughts,
Discretion was my byword,
Repeating the imprudence of my youth.
My muse was fiction.
So I began to write what I imagined
And even started living it a bit.
Life’s consistence was impassioned melancholy
Sating my body, discarding my soul.
Then I met my muse.
Dark, mysterious, twisted.
Passionate amusing and in pain.
I prodded, I persisted
I worked magic to gain his body
As he invaded my heart.
The heart he did not want
Attempted to discard
Clung to him
Despite my protests.
I told God I couldn’t handle
Giving all my love
To someone who despised it.
Fruitless gain.
But God said “Tough. He needs this.
Give him MY love.
He will accept it through no other vessel.
You are chosen.”
I fought
I cried
I stomped my feet.
I prayed
I lit a candle
Two or three.
He was the slowest beast
But he recovered.
Now his love gives me
What I’ve always needed
Wanted
I’ve always thought my life would make a novel
With all my family’s foibles and exploits.
But I’ve put off the writing ‘til I’m older,
To keep from hurting loved ones I’d expose.
I had no muse.
Then I awoke from drug-inflicted stupor,
Discovered dormant and intense desire.
Peccadilloes filled my thoughts,
Discretion was my byword,
Repeating the imprudence of my youth.
My muse was fiction.
So I began to write what I imagined
And even started living it a bit.
Life’s consistence was impassioned melancholy
Sating my body, discarding my soul.
Then I met my muse.
Dark, mysterious, twisted.
Passionate amusing and in pain.
I prodded, I persisted
I worked magic to gain his body
As he invaded my heart.
The heart he did not want
Attempted to discard
Clung to him
Despite my protests.
I told God I couldn’t handle
Giving all my love
To someone who despised it.
Fruitless gain.
But God said “Tough. He needs this.
Give him MY love.
He will accept it through no other vessel.
You are chosen.”
I fought
I cried
I stomped my feet.
I prayed
I lit a candle
Two or three.
He was the slowest beast
But he recovered.
Now his love gives me
What I’ve always needed
Wanted
Craved.
Now he fully comprehends
What he has gained.
My muse wrung words from me
Compelled to put my guts upon a page.
Now my heart rests.
Although if I have to wait until I’m 45 to get married,
I’ve threatened to kill him in his sleep.
Now he fully comprehends
What he has gained.
My muse wrung words from me
Compelled to put my guts upon a page.
Now my heart rests.
Although if I have to wait until I’m 45 to get married,
I’ve threatened to kill him in his sleep.
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I was so sorry to hear about the UU congregation in Tenn. Will your church be doing anything for them? Bake sale, collection or such?
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"An additional disturbing aspect of this attack is that the gunman purposefully chose a UU Church because he is anti-liberal and knew where to find liberals on a Sunday morning (I am paraphrasing from an article I read on-line from the Knoxville News.) The possibility of violence in our lives as liberal and progressive UUs is greater than we might want to acknowledge, and while I do not want to suggest that we become overly vigilant to that possibility and compromise our principles and ideals, we must, nevertheless, remain aware and take prudent precautions where we can.
"This is such sad and shocking news. I truly wish there was more we could do. As I speak to some of you on the phone we are thinking that perhaps in a few days an outpouring of our love, in the form of more notes from you (in addition to mine), might be a fine and appropriate thing to send on to the Tennessee folks."
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rightwrong as a whole, rather than one sick individual. He would not even be seen as "sick" by some, dare I say many Fundies.no subject
http://www.uua.org/giving/donatenow/117168.shtml
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Woo - only one day late in commenting. :)
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Of course, I think I often have an inappropriate sense of humor. :P
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