Built a year ago,
It stands, fresh and bright:
No crackled paint,
No broken panes –
Not a flaw in sight.
The floors are too well-made to
Creak,
The wiring, too good to
Flicker,
And the furnace kicks on instantly
To fight off the sudden
Chills.
There’s not a sign,
Not a sound,
No hint of what’s in store:
Like rot lurking behind the bark,
Or death, beneath the floor.
Monthly Archives: October 2016
Not a Sign: Happy Halloween!
Ink & Paper
Like a fly trapped in amber
She’s caught in its pages:
Mere ink and paper –
Its words are her cage.
The Paths
From each step,
A million paths,
A million choices
Spring
Hand over your eyes,
Turn 60 degrees and
Point wherever you will –
Toss a coin, leap, or
Stumble off:
The paths multiply
Still.
Of Projects & Schedules
Pieces of inspiration,
Ready and eager for a start,
Outnumbering their creator and
Jockeying for a start, a sliver of an
Ever-shifting schedule that simply
Cannot make room or time –
That is – unless another piece of work
Stops, shares, or subsides.
This poem is, unfortunately, too true. I have lists upon lists of projects that I would like to work on, and there simply are not enough hours in the day to get to all of them. Even on a rotating schedule (that I may or may not have tried to plot out).
Also unfortunately, some of the projects are more necessary than others (that dang dollar sign problem), so to make time for the ones that are needed, I have reduced my posting schedule for twytte to 3 days a week plus the novel updates, which I will try to keep to once a week – preferably more consistently than I have managed recently (I am hoping that the reduced number of posts will help me actually meet that goal.).
Anyway, for the foreseeable future, I will be updating twytte with freshly-written prose or poetry on MWF plus the two novel updates (I haven’t decided on a firm day for those yet). If there is anything you would like to see more of (or less of), please contact me – I would love to hear from you.
Finally, and as always, thanks for reading!
-Em
Speed On
The red light cannot stop you,
But metal and glass can.
Speed on if you truly wish to learn
The fragility of man.
Caught
The seething cold seeps
Into the skin
From a seat once warm
And welcoming
While the roiling heat burns
Down from above
From the air once bright
And beguiling.
Inescapable, inexorable
They find their way in
And clash in a tumult
Under the skin
A frightful, invisible,
Heart-wrenching spin
That never quite stops
And never begins.
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