21 October 2013

Practicing What I Preached

True to what I implored all of you to do for the National Day on Writing, I wrote today.  (Most of) My students did, too.  They came away with quite a few projects that they are anxious to pursue, too.  A successful day if a do say so myself.  Here's my draft:

“Melancholic Block”

I flip blankly
through the curling blue-covered notebook
in my hands—
seventy pages of college-ruled nothingness—
and chew the end of my eraser,
along with my thoughts,
spitting out nothing—
digesting even less

Memory’s phonograph drones
its nondescript tune
until it reaches the inner-most
circumference of the aged vinyl—
song over;
the needle, abandoned and forgotten,
trips incessantly—
going nowhere

Melancholy wanders over
and notices that I
don’t look up

she drapes her dusty arm
over my shoulder,
her wispy tresses trailing
like a metaphoric afterthought
that means nothing in particular
and listens to the same slow symphony:
sad

a glance from her ashen eyes
clarifies:
words won’t work today—
the muse is absent—
home with a sore throat

but even without words,
understanding exists,
as she places a
tepid hand over mine—
not grabbing
not holding
not squeezing—
just there

it’s reassuring,
knowing these doldrums
of unmoving lines,
will be weathered,
but for now…
I break out the oars
and strike for the other side

As always, comments and criticism are welcome.

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I think I'll post a little writing every so often...some polished...some rough. And I welcome any comments or criticisms or cupcakes you care to throw my way.