Sunday, November 13, 2005

blink and you'll miss this

... see? you blinked!

11 comments:

Heather O'Neill said...

My eyes had to blink, as eyes eventually do. But I didn't miss this. This is beautiful. I love the sound each word makes as it flows into the next, much like the sound water or a gentle wind makes.

I love the way the more personal ending relates back to the begining with "dry, dry, dry, say the trees"

Thank you.

Anne said...

Thanks, Heather, and welcome -- don't think I have seen you around here before. :)

Trista said...

Anne, that is so beautiful. Can I print it and tape it to my desk?

Anne said...

Trista, sure -- I'm flattered! I'm going to take it down soon to rework it, though. I think it may want to grow up and become a real poem someday. Maybe.

Artichoke Heart said...

Mmm . . . how lovely!

Trista said...

Thanks Anne. I did it.

Please let me know if this ever does change form. I'd love to see the final incarnation.

Anne said...

Thanky, Ms. Artichoke. :)

Trista, I'll try to remember to let you know! I actually took a little work break and started playing around with lines -- which immediately revealed some weak spots. I may work on this one for a while. It's odd for me to do an initial draft in prose format like this, but it makes it kind of fun to work with.

eLf ideas said...

Anne,
' glad I'm used to staring at my monitor for minutes without blinking, especially when I'm deeply absorbed with what I'm writing.

aLfie vera-mella

Erin B. said...

Anne, I feel like a monolithic dope, but what am I missing here?

I'm sure it's fantastic, though. Just, well, give a sleepy girl a little hint.

Anne said...

Erin, there was a poem-draft-ish thing. I took it down after a day for revision, and because I don't really like to post unpublished stuff here as a general rule.

Erin B. said...

Next time I'll visit your site a few hours earlier so I can catch the draft. Voyeurism, you know.