I cannot wring water from stone
There is no kneading of air to make my bread
And words, like water, must have a source
There has never been a carrot tempting enough, perhaps
To make me pump for water, rather
Than spill what must overflow anyways
A writer…I cannot deny it
But, the joy is all in the spilled writing, see it?
The math of my exultation, thoughts+attention+neural acrobatics=a translation of what is, filtered through one soul, though small, bringing some light, some beauty
Well suited to be a hermit
Lend me a shovel, for I have a talent I’d like buried
Why? It is easier. What if I offered it and they said it had no light, no beauty?
Who can put out their own heart on the auction block?
Tell me, how do you get the hermit
To give her littlest light? To give such small beauty?
I did not know about the #bloginstead challenge. Are we hermits when we write? Are we hermits who happen to write?
I cannot speak for another, but my writing tends to be kept in isolation from others, which I’ve tried to counter by keeping a blog. I have written two novels, and they live in drawers. I hope that the discipline of writing publicly will strengthen my non-existent resolve to publish my work. #bloginstead is a project to move all that would have been written on social media like twitter and facebook or instagram over to the longer form of blogs, and to follow and comment on others’ work.
Forgot to mention, it is a three day project.
I’ve found it challenging to comment on the various blogs in this challenge. FB has spoiled (ruined) my ability to think and respond in more than a quick snippet. I also have become more and more convinced that what I have to say really isn’t worth others’ time to read and respond.
Well, I can see that, but there might be actually a slight positive in there; on Facebook, at least, we have an ongoing series of intersections with others whom (hopefully) we know and trust; snippets work when there’s a common backstory, common knowledge of one another. I found it challenging to comment on the blogs of those I don’t know even within the limited scope of social media; I didn’t know how they would feel nor think. Cold turkey commenting.
I feel this way as well. Glad I’m not alone! 🙂
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I don’t know how to get the hermit to do things. The hermit here, writing in this space, is not mine to command anyway. But I see light, and I see beauty. Here, these words. I see them.
Thank you
I love the “heart on an auction block” line. Nicely done. Very moving.
Thank you, Cynthia!
Your poetry is stunning. Thank you for sharing your writing. And I think most people welcome comments, especially in a project like this where the goal is to build community.
Thank you!