A burning throat longs for warmth,
A foggy mind for clarity,
Promised by grinding of coffee beans.
The water heats,
fragrant aromas release,
beckoning the taste, the touch.
Freezing hands seek the heat,
As thoughts clear for the dawning day.
This month I joined in with the Mindful Writing Challenge Jan 2013.
The rules were very simple: 1. Notice something properly every day during January.
2. Write it down.
These are also called "small stones" and these become "A River of Small Stones."
The month is drawing to a close. I have written the small stones but didn’t always get them posted each day. I decided not to post them while I was engaged in the blog hop. Some are okay, some are bad, and one or two I like. So, a few minutes a day for the month yielded a few lines of writing that I find acceptable, and I think that’s great! I always wrote the “stones” quickly—never spending more than ten minutes or so writing them. I plan to keep writing small stones until I have forty that I like. Then, I will put them together in a book and add some insight into each one.
Someone asked how I can do projects like this while I’m writing or editing a book. Since these are very short and nonfiction, I can spend just a few minutes working on them and don’t need my normal quiet routine to do so. It’s kind of a break from what I consider my real job—that of writing novels.
And, so, here is Small Stone, Day 30—The Computer
Computers come and computers go….
the way of viruses and worms…
wearing down outside and in…
Or, simply discarded for the newer, sleeker, lighter ones.
We seek, never finding the one problem free.
(I’ve been somewhat busy so far this month. I put together some of my blog posts together and uploaded yesterday to Amazon. It’s also up on Smashwords. It’s free on Smashwords and will be free, eventually, on Amazon Kindle. I also participated in Small Stones. And, I’ve just finished a blog hop. Hence, the lateness of this post.)
When heat expands water within,
the protector, the husk, cannot stop
A heavy blanket shrouds my soul,
weighing me to exhaustion.
fog creeps in,
clogs the mind,
robs the joy,
mobs the bones.
Ache begins and
dogs my steps
until flogged by the sun
by the sea.
Sometimes we try too hard
to preserve and persevere.
Only rest preserves perseverance.
Brain robbed of memory
is weak and unfocused.
Yet robed in strength
The waterpark flume
down the slide
just as we once
escaped the womb
to discover the expanse.
yet freezes and paralyzes
|Small stone from yesterday.|
|Yesterday's small stone rewritten.|
I'm joining in with the Mindful Writing Challenge Jan 2013.
It's very simple: 1. Notice something properly every day during January.
2. Write it down.
Two rooms in our home have walls of rustic pine. For the challenge today I observed the wood. Below is a picture with the words I penned.
Beauty exists in the knots.
Those that do not destroy
strengthen and enhance
that which already exists.
Tough fibers flow
and nourish the growing tree
and now decorate our lives.