Cherry. Orange. Blood. Gooey and warm. Bright and bold.
Drops on a page, mocking words. He tells me to write things I know are untrue but when you are sitting in a cage with the bear - you do what he says to stay alive.
Drops on the stairs. Mapping out the escape. Who knows if they were ever seen? No one walks down them anyway. Don't want to picture these things but they come up.
I find constraint somewhat - having the prompts. Like "Here, think of this." I find I think thoughts while away from the task and find a flow in my head that it's gone once I sit down for the task. Like it's school and I want to avoid it. Is it avoidance? Don't know, just know it's hard with the structure and would be harder still without it, I guess.
Ruby. Yellow. Blue. Carnelian.
2 comments:
OI!
I am finding that the constriction makes the story push out faster, like 100 million gallons of water moving at 50 miles an hour in a 10 foot wide river makes a deeper cut than a mile wide river.
What is it all about? Our bloody stories. Since I've been focusing on the 1st chakra, my tailbone has been sore. How about that? The stories around why it hurts now all center around survival and the right to be--and where i was at with surviving and being 20 years ago. It's all coming back (literally) to bite me in the ass.
Hey Pixi Star. I knew you are a great editor, and a hundred million other fabulous creative things, but I had no idea you were a fucking awesome poet!!!
Well, I geuss we did have some of those Circle of Soul ditties, but girl, you need to keep writing!
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