All that is Gold – J. R. R. Tolkein

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

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Fallow Field

I have not been writing.
I feel as though all of my words will say one thing
that they will continue to gaze back longingly
at days that have already happened.
All of my life I have focused on
what-would-have-beens
instead of seeking
what-might-bes.
And so I have not been writing.
I will not give myself permission to look back.
Instead I pass my days as they come
living in them
each as a treasured piece of who I am
and of who I have become.

getting through a dry spell

it appears that writing every day for a month wore me out. i am dry as a desert. wordless.

that’s not entirely true, of course. but it’s been hard for me lately, with my rapidly fluctuating work schedule and other things going on in my personal life to sit down and shut everything else out and just write. for a month and a half, while it’s felt odd to me that i haven’t written, i haven’t felt it important enough to shut out the world and do it. this is coupled by a problem with my laptop’s keyboard … that problem being that my left shift, tab, and caps lock keys don’t work. it’s the shift key that gets me, because it’s how i capitalize. if you’ll notice, nothing in this post is capitalized, because it’s too outside my typing method to properly capitalize things using the right shift key.

with all this said, i miss writing. i’ve recently begun using 750-words again, and am using it to work on a story i started some time back. i’m reworking it, because it’s hard for me to get back into that moment once it’s passed, and i don’t feel i made the right choices for the story anyway. i need to write from a place that i know and understand for now, not something well outside my realm.

with things sort-of settled down here – work is behaving a bit better, and nerd wars well on its way and i don’t need to babysit it quite so much, though i do need to spend some time knitting and spinning – i will have more time for the other things that occupy my mind. those things are writing, and my obod studies, and i hope to be back in the habit of both by july. perhaps not as prolific as i was in april, but i want to write. i need to write. i will write.

“Morning Renewal”

Morning breaks after a rain-soaked night
the sun rises over the peak of a nearby house
beginning to warm the day.

Petals scattered by the storm lie drifted
strewn across stone walkways
reminders of recent sorrows.

She awakens and begins her life anew
does not read the words written
instead sets them aside.

Sitting in the sunlight she sips coffee
feeling her spirit renewed
her passion for living ignited.


Written using some of the words from this week’s Wordle at Sunday Whirl. My first poem of NaPoWriMo!

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you who stand
at the fringes of the world
reaching

you who watch
the cycle of sunrise and sunset
awestruck

you who dream
of new worlds and passions
aching

you who wait
for magic to expose itself
unfettered

you carry the dreams and hopes
of a world resplendent with wonder
a world lush and alive
you are the promise of a renewed tomorrow