Dangerous Business

Well, that was fun! Just got back from a local writing group that is meeting at our Starbucks. It was pretty neat, writing and then sharing. It was something I never thought I would be able to do, but I did. Yay!
It was also very nice, being able to listen to other people’s stuff… and them talking about how they also get into writing blocks where they can’t think of anything. I’m not in this desolate pit alone!

So, tonight we did writing rounds, where someone would suggest a topic and then we would write about it.
The three topics were as follows:
I remember
Music
Mirrors

We wrote for roughly ten minutes, anything that came to mind, and then shared it. It was cool…
So, here’s what I came up with…

I Remember

I remember when the flowers bloomed in the spring and the taste of strawberry jam on warm toast as my grandmother sang songs of days gone past.

I remember the comfort I felt when my brother came back from the war. The safety of having him back home safe and sound.

I remember the darkness of those stormy nights and the chill of the rain as I danced with God.

Forever in my memory shall be the hill in the country where we buried my grandfather then years ago.
Of the sleepless nights as my soul mourned the loss of that which was dear.

The sunrise of a new day dawning, the memories that I knew I would create, and the adventures I would have.

Forever in a day, and a day in a second.

Love, life, the pursuit of happiness. These are the good memories.

Death, life, forever and always will I remember.

Music

Music – The nectar of life. Rythm and soul poured into an instrument. Poetry sung with friends.

Things of the past, of the present, and future.
Dancing to the smiles and cheer of joy. Forever will music be the one thing that binds us together.

The international language. Friendship formed over strings and laughter.

No matter the type, you will have comradery, those who also enjoy your style. An instant bond in a fast paced world.

What would the world be without music? Is it even possible to avoid it? Does the earth itself not sing out even without us?

Will not the rocks even sing if we forget how?
All we need to do is listen for it, and it will always be there.

Even when the forces of ill try to repress us, still we will sing. Just ask the Scots if they will be silent. War has broken out over such things.

We will not be silent and forever shall we sing!

Mirrors

I look into your depths and what do I see? You are a piece of glass with a reflective coating, but you are also so much more. Do I often stand in front of you and truly see what you are showing me?

So often I stand in front of you momentarily just to see my appearance.

How often I miss the more subtle things you show me. You give me a daily look into my very soul, and yet I never see it. Once in a while I might catch a glimpse of it, but it’s gone in a flash.

Am I secretly trying to avoid what you’re showing me? The eyes are a window to a man’s soul, and yet I so often miss what is shining back at me.

For something so simple, you know people most. You see them at their best and worst, and show them for who they really are. You are the brutally honest friend. Yet we take you for granted.

Maybe from here on out, I will pay more attention to what you’re trying to tell me.