On Unrequited Love

"Unsent"

I’m writing you again, my dear,

Letter eight hundred and sixty-four.

I know you won’t reply.

But none the less, I’m writing.

The same old words fill up the page:

“I love you”

“You’re beautiful”

“Please be mine forever”

All the same declarations

All the same adorations

All the same exhortations

All the same silence in response

Not that I blame you, darling

I couldn’t possibly do that

You are lovely and sweet

And everything that is kind

No, the fault is entirely mine

It’s truly not you, it’s me

I cast the blame upon my mirror

And the woeful image it shows me

The blame also lies in the drawer of my desk

Kept shamefully under lock and key

So I place this letter in that drawer

With the other eight hundred and sixty-three

Alternative Heating Methods

"Warmth"

Warmth starts in a barrel

Its ingredients carefully measured

Combined in just the right way

At just the right time

To create the perfect blend

The ingredients of warmth take their time

They mingle and flirt

One with another

And another

And another

Combining and separating

Breaking down and recreating

Timing is everything

Then warmth moves

From a barrel

To a bottle

To a glass

To a gullet

Flushing the nose and cheeks

With a rosy glow

Making the eyes shine

With warm and bleary light

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An Early Comeback!

Sadly, I abandoned NaNoWriMo not long after I started it in favor of developing a character that fell into my lap.  Stay tuned for more on that front as things develop further.  In the meantime, I was able to overcome my writers block (thank goodness), and I have some poems to share with you!  I won't overwhelm you, instead I'll dole them out at an appropriate pace.

The first was inspired by a scene from a Philadelphia street.

"Staircases"

Racing, racing,

always faster

Up these steps

Down those steps

Narrow and steep

Dark and chilled

Always moving

Always going

Light this fire

Make the bed

Lay out the clothes

Bring in the flowers

Bake the bread

Dust the mantle

Announce the visitor

Keep moving

Always going

Constant motion

To ensure perfection

To what end?

For whose benefit?

With what impact?

Why??

Official Hiatus

I'm officially going on hiatus for the month of November.  My writer friends are likely to understand why immediately, and you can go ahead and stop reading now.  You get it.

For my non-writers: November is National Novel Writing Month, and I'm participating in the 50,000 word challenge to write my first novel, daunting as it is.  I don't expect perfection the first time around.  Heck, I don't even know if the first one will be any good at all, but I figure that once I get one under my belt, the size won't be so daunting and I can really concentrate on writing something fabulous.  I'm sure it's in there somewhere.

If you're interested in learning more about this life-consuming month, visit http://nanowrimo.org and check it out.  If you're feeling brave, sign up yourself!