Straight Talk

This piece helped me work out my personal struggle to write "right". Struggle is the opposite of the solutions that I seek. Trying is the opposite; allowing is how I best write "right"

Straight Talk

 

Straight talk with a crooked quill

As light escapes my page

Specks of dust float aimlessly

Through sun beams on my stage

 

Specks of dust are my thoughts

Sunbeams are my hopes

A stage is this heart I have

The crooked quill my pain

 

Try to grasp a floating speck,

From the sunbeams in the room

You’ll chase away the hours

While all the specks elude

 

A crooked quill while sorely bent

Adds color to the sky

Hold still long enough,

And specks do find their place

 

Try too hard and I’ll erase

The beauty found in me.

Make a painting of your heart

And leave it on the page

Author's Note

Staying true to myself, despite how I color outside the lines
is a compass which does always guide me back home.
Enjoy the music...
93 Million Miles by Jason Mraz with Daryl Hall

Reviews

[Chris]

Fresh bread - me-sliced to my idea of thick, toasted, with Land-o`Lakes butter slathered while it melts, spooned well-fruit-made Peach Jam spread crust-to-crust - Hershey's chocolate added to whole milk stirred til the lil bubbles coalesce into ...yum. Then I pause here at the vision and tone of your thoughts.

We do that - stare so found into the distance that we see what is floating in our sight - even if the eyes don't touch the magyk. Then follow it so casually as each bit swirls and dances to unseen breaths. Does your mind add the music? all the colors? the light and dark patterns - of our existence or perhaps the not?

You came by... I wanted to listen to your thoughts - so I did as well.

Hi.

[Veronica Chandler]

Mmmm...Butter, Peaches and Chocolate; now I am hungry too. I will set the scene...

Sunbeams were dancing in my window this morning and they revealed specks of dust floating and dancing, and as I grasped for words...the song played in the background. I struggled to take the advice of others and use structure to create my work...then I discovered that is not how I work! It would be like me trying to pluck a speck of dust from within this sunbeam...fool hardy for someone who colors outside the lines with homemade crayons. So, while there is a tad bit of the literal it is mostly metaphoric...The song went along because it was speaking of where ever you roam you can always come back home.
Thanks for stopping by with tasty thought treats!

[Chris]

I like the life-made-crayons... best.

My morning windows were snow-flake held and dream captured. And the waltz was ice-thrilled and trilled as the whorls spun and dipped, twirled and whirlled and teased even me into a smile. And now the sun glistens into icebows and fractals and my breath ...shimmers as the tones softly echo within.

[Sami Khalil]

I would not erase the beauty and magic in your heart and soul for life is pain and pleasure and we learn from both. Another of your great writes...:)

[Veronica Chandler]

Thank you Sami...I will not try to auto correct or auto tune and just keep the flow of ideas gently rolling.

[Sami Khalil]

Good. That was a compliment about not trying to erase for you possess something that is hard to erase . That was my point...:)

[Veronica Chandler]

Thank you for the thoughts; they ease my spirits wondering!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome. Any time...Keep up your great work...:)

[jen]

Oh my I can relate to this. I've written on this subject as well but you have really nailed it. I love the term "crooked quill"... an obstacle to writing but not the end of it.

[Veronica Chandler]

Thank you for the awesome review Jenny...I supposed we all have a "crooked something" mine is the pen. You're right..."not the end"