tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post1359678034655824972..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Monday October 19th, 2009Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-17317149039628224232009-10-21T17:05:18.036-07:002009-10-21T17:05:18.036-07:00Monica - that's quite alright. In fact, consid...Monica - that's quite alright. In fact, considering the prompt, I'd say it's appropriate!<br /><br />That's a very lovely scene you've painted there. So much longing in so few words. Great job :)Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-51712387849651078482009-10-21T07:01:21.955-07:002009-10-21T07:01:21.955-07:00I'm late ... sorry!
Lost in Time
Blades of s...I'm late ... sorry!<br /><br /><b>Lost in Time</b><br /><br />Blades of sunlight slashed through the trees; brilliant swords that lit our way as we strolled in the woods behind our house. Though our conversation was rather mundane—work, kids—there was an inexplicable intimacy. <br /><br />My breath caught when you reached over to brush my hair back; cupped a hand behind my neck and rubbed your thumb along my cheek. My eyes tried to tell you how much I miss you. <br /><br />I know I can’t see you every day. And I know I won’t see you forever, but I will visit our woods and hope that I see you again. <br /><br />Until then, I will visit you here. I’ll lay flowers by your stone and tell you I miss you. <br /><br />Every day.Monica Manninghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15261586665831377609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-15014960534966574412009-10-20T17:44:26.090-07:002009-10-20T17:44:26.090-07:00Greg - haha, I'm sure you'll be a wonderfu...Greg - haha, I'm sure you'll be a wonderful representative of the Protag poet community :)<br /><br />Speaking of which, that was a hell of a poem. I was going to quote my favorite part but then I couldn't decide which bit I liked best.<br /><br />Tam - oh that's excellent. Wonderful final stanza, but the whole thing is great :)<br /><br />Man, I'm so lucky to be able to check the comments every day and see such wonderful writing.Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-22389921252187464432009-10-20T12:53:18.751-07:002009-10-20T12:53:18.751-07:00Lost in time:
Lost in time,
somewhere between rea...Lost in time:<br /><br />Lost in time,<br />somewhere between reality and fanasty,<br />somewhere over there,<br />but not quite here,<br />is were I long to be.<br /><br />Lost in time,<br />the transition from now,<br />to tomorrow and back again,<br />not fully complete,<br />somewhere in the middle,<br />is were I am stuck.<br /><br />Lost in time,<br />no focus, no direction,<br />aimlessly wandering to and fro,<br />Lost in time and place,<br />is what has become of me.TAMmommyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06976296488407491090noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-34868036650465081682009-10-19T23:48:36.078-07:002009-10-19T23:48:36.078-07:00Aw shucks, thanks! I wasn't expecting to win ...Aw shucks, thanks! I wasn't expecting to win (and after I messed up who was judging I was sort of expecting to be kicked out for confusing Archi ;-) ) although I have been on tenterhooks for the last two days about it. (PS, Tenterhooks sounds like it could be a daily-writing starter.)<br /><br />I guess I'll have to ask Archi what my duties as official Protagonize Autumn Poet Laureate are -- kissing pensioners and dropping babies I suspect.<br /><br />I really liked the dream-like quality of your poem, with the way the last line pulls it down to earth with a bump. I can truly sympathize :)<br /><br />Lost in Time<br /><br />My hand skitters,<br />Erratic movements, sometimes pausing<br />For as long as two minutes,<br />Then frantically hurrying to catch up<br />With my mind again.<br />Somewhere outside me:<br />a real world where real people<br />Do mundane things,<br /><i>La vie quotidienne</i>,<br />...and I do not envy them.<br />My words describe another place,<br />Another age, another race,<br />And there I find that years can pass<br />In the blinking of my inner eye.<br />Cities rise, nations fall, people die.<br />And I,<br />I persist, floating on the currents<br />In the ether, narrating tales<br />and documenting histories <br />That otherwise would not be told.<br />Not just adrift in space,<br />But lost in time as well.Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.com