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Faceplant
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LITTLE THINGS
The noon sun is hot
And angry and my lips
Are cracked and dry
And my legs are wobbly
Or is it just my head?
Pretty soon I'll be dead
Faceplant in the sand
A feeling emanates
..that your lips, a coconut shell, and the sun a fierce machete. Or is that just how I feel when I spend too many hours in the field without proper hydration and my lips crack
Either way, the thought brought to me by your words.
Sometimes, inspiration seems to wander into a desert. That is when survival kicks in and keeps us going, until the oasis appears. The beautiful thing about writing is that the effect is just as good if the oasis is a mirage, as when it's real. ; )
Feeling it. Really feeling
Feeling it. Really feeling it. You have an amazing talent for enveloping the reader in everything you describe and for injecting the thrill of the unexpected into the presentation. In this micro story, you did both with a minimalist flair. Nice!
Yes, I love the minimalism
Yes, I love the minimalism with which this Poet produces to much intense effect. He really sets an example for others.
Starward
Thanks guys
I'm losing poetic inspiration lately, but your comments are the sustenance I need to keep me going.
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitutes
The American writer, Mark
The American writer, Mark Twain, once likened inspiration to a well which, from time to time, needs to be replenished fresh water from the spring that feeds it. He wrote that the feeling of loosing inspiration, to which you alluded above, is really only one of those times when the replenishment needs a little time to refill the well. This, Mark Twain, suggested was natural.
Or, if you like, read Mary Shelley's "Introduction" to the 1831 edition of Frankenstein, in which she describes the initial lack of inspiration followed by the sudden shock of its arrival.
Or Wallace Stevens, whose poetic inspiration faltered, in 1923 with the commercial and critical failure of his first book of poems, and remainded silent until approximately 1929, when a new surge of inspiration approached and remained with him until his death in 1955.
Starward