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It is a delicate thing, this gathering of spirits, this communal bloodletting on paper. It takes a degree of trust… in yourself, in the kindness of others, in the words that spill from the pen. That is the ultimate trust – in the words. That they know the way as they eke out the DNA of a life – yours or another’s, real or imagined, 10 words or 10,000. It is a cautious thing, a playful thing, ridiculous and bold.
Tonight is one of those nights when the wind howls through the alley, whips around corners. Those nights when it insinuates itself into our writing, intrudes on our quiet, and makes itself known…in memories of wind or disruption, in poems of longing, in complaints. The wind complains tonight because it is left outside, because it writes with leaves and branches, because so few read its tales.
And there, amidst the howling, is a tune. Is it a flute or another reed instrument? The wind growls less, or growls in counterpoint. Has some daft soul set out to tame the wind? To jam with it? To calm it down or call it home?
And chords, just one, amidst the howling. And thoughts – just now – amidst the writing. This is how we intrude on one another – man and wind, wind and woman, wind and worry. I wonder what worries the wind.
Tonight, the word deck offered up trust. And the key question: What can I trust?
I trust words, the ones we pull and the ones that follow. I trust that which is in me, driving the words. I trust its wisdom and its rhythm. I trust that, given safe space and time, stories will claim their place. I trust my students to be kind. And I trust the delicate dance of four writers, four notebooks, four pens, and three words. As loud as the wind gets, as much as sound amplifies in the alley – sounds strange and new – four heads bow, four pens scratch, and the words come slyly, shyly, with abandon, however they come, with a life of their own, filling the page, bleeding across the page, until the timer rings.
Image of “Rainy Night Mood” courtesy of Vlado at FreeDigitalPhotos.net
Niiiice! Love the piece, the picture, the mood.
Ruth
Thanks, Ruth! Miss you!
That’s some beautiful writing, with pace and lyricism.
Thank you! I’m so happy you enjoyed it!
Hi Deborah. I’m so glad a stopped by. This post has beautiful imagery and I feel like I’m in that little writer’s room listening to the wind howl.
Thank you, Lisa! I’m so happy you enjoyed it.
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hello deb! it’s been so long! I am so happy I happened upon this windy winding prose poem. it conveys the mood in a way that makes you feel like you’re there, and makes one want to be there. I think about you quite a bit when I am trying to write a piece, wondering where my coach is, my motivator, and what my motive is in general. I’ve thought about contacting you from Germany to see if that would be possible. I dunno. waddayou think about that? its so different from sitting together in your cozy living room. meanwhile, thank you for that sweet snapshot. love abby
Abby! How great to hear from you! And how lovely to know that you think about me and my writing circle. Let’s find some time for a Skype conversation and see what is possible. Big hugs to you!
Yes…to the wind, to the writing, to your beautiful writing! I feel inspired!
So happy to hear it! ❤
Beautiful!
Thank you!!! ❤