Stuck between two steps:
the one before and the grey
one following it...
(a cutout) The grey cat stirs upon the ledge, The bay is thick with flecks of white— Swift rays across the falling wall below, The floor before my bed is bright. From crumbling walls white-headed crows take flight. And half out of sleep I watch your sleeping face: Grateful for the resin-scented night. I get up and go out in a solitary daze… Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!!
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My first collection of poetry is about to be published. Good news, to say the least!
But I am now faced with a problem that often confronts the new and uninitiated: what now?
Now that I have got what I always seemed to what, where do I go? What do I write? Do i reinvent? Do I continue in the same vein?
There are ideas: ideas aplenty, to be true. But the muse to sustain them seems to be missing.
While I search for it, do keep visiting and I'll keep you updated about my book, "Interruptions".
Cheers!
congratulations!
What is next will follow...sooner or later... :)
Cheers!
Well done!!
i am not a poet. i just write. the form doesn't really matter much to me.
yes, i am the same woman. she's a friend. in college.
are you based in doon? i have a strong connection with that place.
:D
it's all the same, innit? :)
i was born in Doon. have lived there for 5 years. and keep going back every now and then.
symbiosis, it is :)
yeah. i went to bright lands, which was more of a boot camp and less of a school.
and here comes the sad part. social networking sites are banned on campus. they're listed under 'personal relationships' and are, allegedly, distracting students. hence.
if you are on gtalk/gmail, add me there.
SJA! we've never exactly liked you guys much either :P
have added you on gtalk :)
There's a whole YouTube world waiting for you. Type in Happy2Oblige and see me read poems or type in DavidRandallCurtis to YouTube. He does some interesting stuff.