Dragging myself back to blogdom

I’ve been a terrible procrastinator lately.  When I started this site 9 months ago, I made a commitment to post at least once per week, every Wednesday.

I had a good excuse last week.  We had friends in town from Germany, and it would’ve been pretty rude to shoo them out of the guest bedroom so I could get on the computer.   But they took a trip down to DC for most of this week.  My only excuse for neglecting my site (and my writing) is needing some time to warm up before I get back in the game.  My manuscript has also more or less collapsed and will need to be gutted and rebuilt from floor to ceiling.  I’m feeling a tad sorry for myself.

So while my prose is gummed up, I thought:  why not some poetry?  Here’s a piece I just wrote while thinking about my re-write, both thematically and I guess personally.

I am driftwood in the ocean,

Hostage to its welter and swell,

I lift with foolish hope on the crest of waves,

To drag back in a tractionless wake,

Caught in the Universe’s laws of motion,

An object at rest prefers to stay at rest.

I never had a problem swimming with the current,

A school of fish is a happy place,

The undertow can drown,

And sharks attack in open water,

I thought that I was bold,

But I never ventured further than I could swim to shore.

I did not choose to wallow here,

It was what I saw, what I heard that chose,

A startled witness,

I did not want to see, too late,

The truth scalds like alchemy,

Changing who you are from the inside out.

I’ve become now petrified wood,

The ocean cannot keep me,

I plummet like a depth charge, crushed by psi’s,

It may be safer on the ocean floor,

An object at rest in a primordial bath,

Waiting for an organic spark to re-emerge.

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