Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Tidbits

Anyone who reads this blog might remember me writing a few posts back that I was working on a poem started last year, and was waiting for inspiration to finish it. I have the beginnings of it and a few other poems, but I just can't seem to fill in the rest. I think it's because I can't decide what the poem should be about, I come up with a few lines that I think sound good, and I'm not sure what to do with them.
So, here's 2 opening (or middle, or closing) lines I've been trying to create something out of:

 
Common sense waved goodbye long ago,
Tired of the round-a-bout feelings

Did his footsteps whisper secrets,
In a language your ears recognised?


For the last one, I was looking out the window of a bus, and I saw a man walking in one direction. The next second he turned on his heel and set off in the other. He was walking down the pavement, and looking up at the high rise buildings on the other side of the street. I was curious about what made him change his mind, did he forget something? Did the universe send him some kind of a sign that he saw on top of those high-rises? I find being on a bus is a good time to write, you're not rushing anywhere, so the words come naturally, they're not forced. Anyway, the poem didn't work out so I'm left with this line.

As for the top one, I'll let your imagination provide an explanation :) 

Sara 

2 comments:

  1. I like it, but I am surprised that you find writing on the busy easy, I find it so distracting with some of the people that get on :)

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  2. Thanks Shaheen! It depends, if the bus is full of people and someone is sitting next to me or standing next to my seat, I get self-concious about my poems and I don't write. If I'm seated next to the window and there isn't much chatter going on, I find it easier :)

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