Friday, November 06, 2009

How Do You Write?

Granada Teahouse

I write in the dark...


I write despite...

Teahouse in Granada Spain, photo by L.L. Barkat.

Glynn’s David, Hillside
Kelly’s eve’s regret
Linda’s Redeemer/Lover
Monica’s Han and Leia On a Date
Bina’s Mrs. DeWinter’s Nighttime Honesty
nAncY’s meeley
Kelly’s tension
Laura’s Fruit
Maureen’s Woman in His Life
A Simple Country Girl’s Autumn Dance
Sojourner’s Adoration
Maureen’s Last Words with Her Executioner
Travelmom's Love
e.l.k.'s surface
Lorrie's Nite Nite at Cricket Creek

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Anonymous elk said...

always a moment to think in words here...
mine is on my

9:16 PM  
Blogger Lorrie said...

It seems like much of my poetry writing comes to me in whispers, sometimes with accents! I think there's probably medication for that.. lol. Or, sometimes I see scenes in my head that I write down.. snaps the become poetry.
You always keep me pondering :-)

12:27 AM  
Blogger Lorrie said...

THAT become poetry! Sheesh, that editor of mine never quits :-)

12:29 AM  
Blogger Ted M. Gossard said...

I can surely identify with writing in the dark. I don't want any thoughts to see the light of day until I'm at the typewriter, for they are fleeting, at least in the way of expressing something. And in spite of. Nearly every time. It's rare when I really feel like going downstairs and "writing" something.

Of course I don't have the books to write and pressure L.L. and others have!

10:00 AM  
Anonymous heather said...

I just read your recent piece at Curator about criticism and art. Recently, I've been learning about the difference between my responsibility and God's work. I'm responsible for learning, for honing the craft, for being honest in my art, for reflecting the beauty, corruption, and redemption of creation and the glory of God. God is responsible for the outcome. If I can learn from the criticism and rejection (whether for the craft or for my spiritual formation), so be it. God makes no promises as to how he will use me or my gifts. But I trust that he will, though I may never see it.

11:37 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

lost my voice for a while, but found a few poems in me, if you want to peek for friday:

12:54 PM  

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