‘As Water Falls’ (Poem)

This is one of several poems I’ve written in the last few days as we were asked to write a poem to share with the writing class this evening. What I’m about to share with you know is the one I had intended to share with the class… But, the greater news is that I didn’t share this one. Instead, I shared the one I posted last night (‘Courage’) and it went down very well.

My tutor commented that I ‘describe a lot with very few  words’, or something to that effect. I also heard a definite ‘I like it!‘ from one of the others in the class! 😎

It was great to hear everyone else’s work and how, again, everyone had created and shared something different. I was worried that people  might think of mine as being a bit dark or something but, no other comments were made and it wasn’t as if people began to inch further away from me with their seats! 😉

We’ve got two weeks before (along with the others) I’m expected to share the short story I haven’t even begun to write yet. We also have another homework assignment and I really need to sit down and put myself in a position to write freely and in good time. I have bad habits that lead me towards blogging and e-mailing others that distract me from my work. No disrespect to any of you and please do not feel as though you may have to change anything; I’m the one who needs to stop procrastinating and leaving things until the final evenings when I’m already tired from work.

I manage to pick up on a few points in the story we read through tonight, which is good, considering I have such difficulty concentrating and remembering what I have read, especially when someone else is reading aloud. I feel kind of guilty sometimes as others seem to pick up on some much more. I never grasp it first time. If there’s one disappointment though, it’s that I didn’t seize a potential opportunity to help someone who asked the group for a lift to her car. No-one else was going that way and, although it would’ve meant a minor diversion on my journey home, I would’ve been happy to help. I felt it would’ve been awkward though as we’ve not even said hello and, to be fair, she seemed to direct her question to the other end of the room.

Still, I shouldn’t dwell on things like this. Please continue reading to see the poem that I was going to share:

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Poem: ‘Courage’

Here’s something I started last night and have worked on (I wouldn’t like to say finished) a bit more this evening, along with a few others I aim to share in time. It’s a bit ‘sketchy’ in places as I’ve stopped and started in places and have even jumped back in to rearrange and insert before pre-written verses. You could say it’s my most-heavily-edited poem so far! 😀

In a moment of fear
You ran to hide
But the help of a friend
You knew you must find

Clocks ticking
Seconds slowly pass
Red mist ascends
From the crash of shattered glass

Hiding alone
Yet, so far from home
Friends are awaiting
You must pick up the phone

Opportunity arrives
With your chance to depart
No room for hesitation
Your better life must start

BEst-Friend

BEst-Friend (Photo credit: Untitled blue)

 

One Line Each (Writing)

It’s Wednesday night and I return to college tomorrow evening after a prolonged absence preceding half-term. So, that also means it’s homework night, being the defiant procrastinator that I am! 😛

Our initial task was to write a fictional scene of dialogue involving some form of conflict between two characters (much like a scene from Old Country for Old Men). I’ve run a couple of ideas through my head many times but have failed to get anything down on paper or, even, on the other side of the computer screen. I can’t visualise it and, despite all the spare time I’ve had to write something, it’s stressing me out too much (any stress is too much, in my opinion).

Instead, I’ve decided to attempt the ‘optional’ secondary homework and I’ll have this ready to share with the class tomorrow in less than twenty-four hours’ time…

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‘Dear Dad’ (A Letter)

This letter begins without a greeting because, let’s be honest here; when have I ever greeted to you as my ‘dad’?

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Fortnight of Fortune

It looks as though I now have an extra two-weeks to complete the homework we were assigned last Thursday evening. I found an e-mail from the course tutor earlier to say that he’s had to cancel tomorrow’s class due to personal/family reasons. We should be able to ‘account for’ this lost day by adding it on to the end of term in December but, with half-term next week as well, we’re now left with a whole fortnight between classes.

We were set the task of writing a ‘scene of dialogue’ between two people and, during the conversation or scene, there has to be a point of conflict. An example we were given came from No Country for Old Men (I’ve not even seen the film),where one character enters a petrol/gas station and confronts the clerk/assistant behind the counter.

My first idea, even six-days ago, sat in the class that evening, was to write about someone who arrives at one of these National Trust-type outdoor places and is confronted by someone demanding they pay a car parking fee. The premise here is that the main character (protagonist?) has been coming to this site for several years but this is the first time since parking fees were introduced. It comes as a surprise to him (or her) as the signage and forewarnings apparently aren’t’ or were not clear enough.

You see, I can ‘visualise’ the scene (beginning, middle and end) clearly enough. I even know where the conflict is likely to come in, along with its subject. But, creating a conversation is a whole new challenge altogether and I’m stumped.

I do welcome this extended break as it gives me time to try something. Until I read that e-mail, I was prepared to walk in tomorrow evening and confess that I had found it difficult and, therefore, not written or completed anything.

If I can get that done or, perhaps if I just fancy a break, I’ll try the ‘optional’ homework, which was to write a list-style description of each person you pass in a single day. Yes, that does sound quite fun and thought-provoking! It could be a good way to distinguish how two people really are not perfectly alike 🙂

Scene of a Short Story

Today, I’d like to share with you a scene written as part of my short-story homework. It was shared with the rest of my class earlier this evening – I managed to read it all aloud as well! We were asked to write a scene that takes place immediately after the scene created in the following poem. I’ll warn you that precisely five-hundred words follow on from this…

‘This is Just to Say’

by William Carlos Williams

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

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Writing is Hard

It’s been a long day today. I was up at 6am getting ready for work at 7am. As I awoke, I realised that I still had my earphones plugged in from my night-time meditation session! Did I listen to any of it?! I hoped so! After breaking my routine recently and entering a bad habit of not listening to it every night or day, I really felt as though I was going to need to reassurance this evening.

Only thirty-minutes after arriving home from work, I wanted to be ready and out of the door again for a drive in to the centre of Bristol. Today, was the first in my Short Fiction writing course.

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A Short Story

This post is inspired not only by today’s significant cause (World Suicide Prevention Day) but also, buy a recent post from The Depressed Moose. Using a photo I took recently at the Blaise Castle Estate in Bristol (England), I’ve decided to write a short story, as an example of the kind of creativity we are all capable of showing, even in times of darkness and with thoughts of suffering.

I can’t promise that this will or not strongly address any of the issues surrounding depression and suicidal thoughts but, here I go…

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Poem: ‘Welcome, Winter!’

‘Welcome, Winter!’

Dark morning and early nights
Each and every day can feel like a fight
Work all day; no time to play
Things don’t always go ‘our way’

It is easy to feel down and low
But also, it’s important to know
When days are cold and though, not hot
It’s not to say that you must rot

Wrap up warm and face the fear
Time is precious, when loved ones are near
If all alone, do not stay at home
Life will continue and it’s ours to own!

Poem: ‘Holding On’

‘Holding On’

I feel as if you know me well
Even though there’s more to tell
I’ve seen you cry, you’ve seen me fight
There’s still a thought that says, we might.

When you’re down, I say hello
When you’re low, my heart does show

I still believe that deep within you
Is a light that will continue
Maybe now is not the time
All I hope, is that we find.