I found the strangest thing in my pocket...
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Experimental works, prompts, mostly raw and new writing. A place to hang them while they dry.
The Writing Vein
Go to my main website The Writing Vein.
I have a submissions calendar page. These are culled from P&W, Duotrope, CRWOPPS, emails and friends. Feel free to add the Google calendar in its entirety to your calendar or add specific events.
I have a submissions calendar page. These are culled from P&W, Duotrope, CRWOPPS, emails and friends. Feel free to add the Google calendar in its entirety to your calendar or add specific events.
Tags
Blog Archive
-
▼
2010
(51)
-
▼
April
(32)
- napwrimo: april 30
- napowrimo: april 29
- napowrimo: april 28
- napowrimo: april 27
- napowrimo: april 26
- napowrimo: april 25
- napowrimo: april 24
- napowrimo: april 23
- napowrimo: april 22
- napowrimo: april 21
- napowrimo: april 20
- napowrimo: april 19
- napowrimo: april 18
- napowrimo: april 17
- Razor's Edge for 4/16/10
- naprwrimo: april 16
- napowrimo: april 15
- napowrimo: april 14
- napowrimo: april 13
- napowrimo: april 12
- napowrimo: april 11
- napowrimo: april 10
- napowrimo: april 9
- napowrimo: april 8
- napowrimo: april 7
- napowrimo: april 6
- napowrimo: april 5
- napowrimo: april 4
- napowrimo: april 3
- Razor's Edge for 4/2/2010
- napowrimo: april 2
- napowrimo: april 1
-
▼
April
(32)
3 comments:
If I Only Knew
by Dot
I carried the pile of laundry down the stairs
blacks and navy blues and forest greens
plus a few too big t-shirts of pale yellow, worn brick, and eucalyptus
so I didn't care if the colors bled;
mostly clothes for working out plus
one pair of work pants.
I dumped my pile of dirties onto the floor and
moved my partner's wet load from washer to dryer;
one by one I moved the items from my pile
into the gaping mouth of the washing machine,
pausing at each pocket
inspecting for things sticky or precious or leaky
find cough drops, quarters, receipts
Until the next to last pair of pants
my favorite, often worn black Adidas with three pink stripes
and the pink drawstring at the waist
tucked into the microfiber pants I almost overlooked
a yellow sticky note
with a note scribbled on it
no date no location no indication of why
The note said
"awakening to the inner knowledge
after a long period of draught and wonderings
I realize that I've found a key"
the handwriting hurried, not desperate
but needing to be said and not forgotten
I stared at the note
trying to remember where I wore the pants last
or when or something to clue me in
I have no memory of the note or the time.
I put the note into my jeans pocket and stuff the Adidas into the washer
along with the black work chinos.
I'll tape the note to my computer monitor
and hope the memory surfaces.
What a treasure that note! The source will come to you and even if not, you still have the key right!!
Old Notebooks
by Deb
I begin the difficult task
trying hard to clear away
the clutter in a life
facing the mess i have made
stacks of books
academic and for fun
crinkled brown bags
contain various papers
dust and old bills
pile upon pile
of anxiety
I sit down with old notebooks
most from the time i was in school
and flip through each page
afraid to throw out
some long ago and hard won truth
notes from classes
and random thoughts
sprinkled throughout
all seem filled with
some wisdom i may need one day
i fear the loss
as i try to come
to acceptance of letting go
i find in the divider pocket
of one of the notebooks
yellow paged
goodbye cards from those
who grew to know me in one
of my internship placements
their thoughts and wishes well
have sat here unseen all these years
and finally, finally
the strangest thing i find
a knowing that their kind care
has been here all along
and keeping this debris
just clogs my already
clutterd heart
finally and finally again
i realize i am not throwing out love
only dusty reminders
of something i already know
Post a Comment