WE HAVE READERS!!!! EEEK!!!!!! I knew that commenting on Maureen Johnson blog would pay off!!! I'm so excited I can't type right now. I think I've just hit the backspace button more than any other key on the keyboard (possibly excluding e and a). EEK!!! that's so amazing. And readers leads to discussion, which leads to being well-known, which leads to interviews/advanced readers copies! EEK!! I don't think I can say that enough! EEK!
so clearly, you know what I'm excited about, but not the thing that has to do with that little nagging fear that bites at you like a mosquito. Okay, so it's not that serious. I'm talking about being afraid of getting the flu (well that's serious) and the amount of poetry. I wrote 7. SEVEN in the last 24 hours. 6 last night, 1 this morning on the bus. I'm only going to post two, the one I wrote this morning (and that Caroline has read...) and one from last night that I'm not so sure if I like. Maybe I do like it. Maybe I don't. I think by putting it on here, it will make me like it, lol.
Here goes:
Do you know where I live?
Where my heart is?
of course not, you couldn't.
I don't think you live there with me, with
us, our home. it's those
piles of print telling their story(our
story)--my story--of
fortunes and failures and
falling in love.
it's where my heart is.
is yours? is it with those
people I hold so near? with the
tales and treasures and
talking of love?
it should be. we live
together in bungalows and buildings and
barracks with love.
Do you know where I live?
Where my heart is?
the paint strokes across the canvas
gentle—and rough—thick and thin
melting the canvas into something
it isn’t, something that lies beneath:
a lush meadow
the heavy pencil scratches
the paper, leaving it’s mark behind
more scratches make eyes, a
mouth, a beautiful woman
the notes float across the
silence, as the brush and the pencil
do (as your words do) forming
something new, a masterpiece of
beauty and grace
it’s larger, more intricate than
that of the canvas and
paper. it covers the silence, swaying,
pounding, loving.
the beautiful woman dances
in the meadow
all right. what do you think of the first one? I think I'm leaning towards liking it. This obscene amount of poetry has to stop(okay, it doesn't have to stop, it's not bad. It just has to start scaring me less).
♥Heather
(I hope all is well with you and yours and if it is not, it is my sincere desire that things get better for you. I hope you are having a spectacular day, a Thrilling Thursday. Our tentative plan for today is...)
^did I get it right? Or close enough?
2 pairs of penny loafers:
I love them... I started to comment yesterday, but I had to get off of the computer bfore I finished. Anyway- gorgeous! I like, squealed in French when I read the second one. (and recieved many odd looks.) But it's really amazing, how you end it especially! I love the first one too.
Sadly, I have another poem running around in my mind RIGHT NOW and I'm going to have to write it down. Sigh.
Haha. Maybe he didn't give me the flu, but he made it a tiny bit worse. :/
<3 Caroline
wow.
i mean, oh my god. the first one is gorgeous. bungalows and building and barraks? i mean, where do you come up with this sort of brilliance? the answer: you don't. it's in you.
and the canvas thingy? holy cow! the melting with the canvas, i just...you are brilliance. if i don't get in and you do, now you know why. because you're brilliant like that.
emilea
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