Thursday, May 2, 2013
A Poem and a Sketch From What Might Have Been Lost Time
Craggy branches sprawl
shadow navy moonlit sky
a macabre peace
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I wrote this haiku last weekend while waiting for my teenage stepson to come out from a sweet sixteen party.
My husband and I had dropped him off earlier that evening, then run a few errands, had dinner, strolled a bookstore, and then it was 11:00 p.m. and things were closing. The party didn't end until midnight so we sat in the parking lot until it ended. My husband opted for a quick nap and my toddler was playing in his car seat.
I've made it a practice to carry a notebook with me nearly everywhere I go, but I rarely end up using it for more than a quick note. But there I was in a dark parking lot with time to kill and a pesky little inner voice mocking me: "a true writer would take this opportunity to write."
So I pulled out my notebook and stared at a blank page for a minute unsure of what to write. That's when I noticed the big twisty tree silhouetted in front of me. It looked like a scene from a children's haunted tale.
I put my pen to paper and scribbled until I had a small poem I was happy with. Then I sketched the tree to help solidify it in my memory. (I don't draw much nor have I ever really learned to do so, but I made do with my limited skills.)
I'm glad I had my notebook with me that night. This scratched up page makes me happy.
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