Careful, you don't want me to inflict the rest of the 20 or 30 (I've not counted) poems from that era;) It was 15-19 or so.
The Great Write Way, Act Three: Where's the gun?
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
Actually, it occurs to me I should start airing them for critique. I was so self conscious then, I shared them with no one. My parents read them, but they are biased.
I'm curious. We'll see, I probably haven't read them in a decade.
I like that, sarameg.
And a character piece, exploring one of my protagonists:
The general still rides as hard as any man in the army, but it’s been a year since he beat Jack at sword practice. Today he’s forty, the son of a father who never saw fifty. He has no house, no wife, no sons, nothing a man of his years should have--only an army that would fall apart without him.
He doesn’t lack for companionship. He has Jack for conversation, Margaret in his bed, though not as often as he’d like, and an army that marches at his whim. But he is alone. The center is a solitary point.
We're rocking the new thread! Awesome.
I have poetry like that, sarameg. It's handwritten in a folder somewhere (I think) and there are only two that I don't cringe to think about. I love poetry, but it's not my, uh, medium.
Post them, though! I love to read poetry.
How deeply amused am I that with the one thread we could kill with haiku and be on topic, we didn't? Deeply amused.
Great drabbles, though, all.
You should definitely post them, sarameg. I've got volumes and volumes from that age, probably quite horrid. But I always think one should share. Writing wants to be free!
Writing wants to be free!
Next thread title!
"You can't take the text from me!"
These all rock. I love the imagery in Sail's - it makes the whole deadline-driven creative process snap and sparkle. Beverly's makes me want to know what happens next.
Sara, thank you for sharing that. I agree with the others who say you should share more of these.
Susan, that sense of dread regarding aging and loneliness in yours hits close to home.
The center is a solitary point.
I love this. By itself it's just a bland geometric truth, but put into context it holds so much more meaning on a personal level, something we can all feel.