Writing Roadblocks: Recovering from Life’s Left Hooks
Waiting for the words to come… Sometimes life delivers a punch that knocks you flat and it’s hard to get your feet under you and get back to the writing again. I don’t talk much about my personal life. Mainly because writing about that includes people close to me and I don’t want to violate their privacy. This was particularly true of my husband. I sometimes wrote poetry about him, but never firmly defined who the poems were about or that they were anything more than fictional. That seemed a good way to process what I needed to process and shield him. In February his condition took a downturn and…
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Blessing the Hounds
The red fox has gone to ground,leaving two old dogs,gray muzzle and gray beard,prowling the parlor rugfor scent gilded memories. They have no thanks to give this year,sit out hunting season dozing by her picture.Awaiting hunt master’s final horn,the only blessing they seek–answering his home call together. ~Nara Malone Some shades of gray in here for dVerse Poets Form for All and 55 words for the G-Man’s Friday 55. Drop by to see what others wrote or to join the fun yourself.
Friday 55: On Missing
My first stab at giving grief a face three years ago. Not pretty. Ragged feelings on the page. It gave voice to that raw, empty ache I had in my middle, that something missing. I could barely form sentences and needed a picture to take up the slack. Making poetry and art helped me through. ~Nara Malone This post is for my running buddy Violet who just buried her mother.For +Mera Kranfel who just lost a friend.For my dad–still missing you Daddy but most days the memories have smiles attached instead of tears.And for G-Man and the Friday 55 gang–missing you all is something I can fix.Drop buy G-Man’s site on…