|Sunset headed to California.|
|Moon on my way back to Washington.|
On my flight back to Seattle this Sunday, I did just that. Bored, I combed through notes in my phone and was surprised to find some. Some were terrible, some I liked, but all in all it was interesting to see these fragments as snapshots of my writing mind on the go.
Here's a clip of poetry I like. I wrote it about my sister when she was heading out to move to New York:
She's got battle scars around her heart
with a head filled with dreams.
An intricate life fabric sewn up at the seams.
Faraway eyes, a vision of a scene
Through it she wanders
Making her way the way her conscious deems.
This other clip of poetry was during a stay in Seattle before I decided to move here:
I fear that I am in fact,
a very unhappy person.
I prefer the presence of books to people,
pets to the need of nourishment
for food is hard to swallow between the
salty tears that inevitably fall.
Oh what a lovely piece of asphalt to kiss,
promising stability for the life I hadn't known
I would miss.
If only I didn't weigh you down
with my uncertain emotional tides,
As I sit there waiting.
Waiting for myself to rise.
Rise to the depiction
of the girl you love so well.
And last but not least, a clip of a story that I haven't thought of for awhile, but may be just the thing I should get back into:
Sometimes I feel like some fragments are gold and I should run with them, but at the same time they hardly hold enough substance for me to shape them into a larger project. How do you save your writing fragments? And how do you weave it into your WIP?
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