Amor, etc.

Amor, etc.

champions of universal abundance

need not possess corresponding verbs

to inherit a charitable core of grace

just to believe in the marvels of nature

to consider love an unexplainable mystery

is response enough to attain such earthly joy

benevolent artifacts are prescribed nouns

but amor bares all resemblances to Delight

unconditional, lionized, selfless, altruistic

let love alter your pride in life’s calamity

let love sate your hunger for ample ruin

let love embrace the fear of your burdens

champions of universal goodness

need not worry over the present moment

they’ll gather up their words and emit light

amor, etc …

**

After watching the Remembrance Day ceremony on CBC, like so many others I know, I spent the day exercising my pen. I sat to finish this poem and ended up having one of those 'out of body' writing sessions. It wasn't until I received a text from a friend that I snapped out of it and back to reality. After this poem I started looking at notes for Tilda's story but somehow ended up starting from scratch on an older story idea. In that session, I feverishly wrote almost 5000 words! My eyeballs are sore and my shoulder is burning but hellllls yes! Way to go, self! It was magical, zoning out like that and accomplishing what I did. Of course, some of it is good and some of it is absolute crap but that can be addressed in the edit. This mid-week ease, made possible by the brave men and women who have served and serve our amazing country, was well spent. I also know it was a good writing session because I emerged from my room looking like absolute trash! Haha! No one said writing was a glamorous job.

In propinquity,
Nic

Mining for Marcel Proust

I know it's only Wednesday but it's my Friday.  After work I'll enjoy a quiet dinner with some friends and then go home, mingle with my comforts and continue on with my current TV obsession, Downton Abbey.  Season 3 arrived in the mail yesterday.  I'm three episodes in already.  I try desperately to savour them but I simply cannot. I'm enthralled.  

I haven't been blogging much but I'm writing.  I am working on yet another short story called 'Yee Haw'.  On my first day off tomorrow I have planned an artist date for myself after running errands.  I'm going to park myself somewhere where there is coffee and scribble all over my sheets with a red pen.  I've also decided there needs to be a few more scenes so I'll have my thinking cap on besides.

Also, on a bright note, my dear friend and wordsmith Ru has joined me online!  She started a blog of her own and I can't WAIT to read every single word she writes.  She's magnificent and should be famous. 

A little poetry for a wet Wednesyday:

Mining for Marcel Proust

marcel proust

was a startling image

falling into an asthma attack

mining my languid prose for

great style & perception

valentin

louis

georges

eugene

marcel

proust

turned his back on my writing

deemed my carefully crafted pages

blatantly numbered pastiche

I discredited his false accusations

challenged him to a quick draw

gunfight outside of an ambient saloon

the medley of my poetic ingredients

coupled with the exactness of fame

warranted an integer of expressions

of defense & anthologized pardon

marcel proust

hurled a compendium of essays

after a licentious literary review

was published citing his work as

unconscious memories of the deaf

valentin

louis

georges

eugene

marcel

proust

invented everything

& revised nothing

all allegorical

& me

still 

excavating

for gold

**

All for now.  Almost quitting time.  Tea is almost gone.  Work is almost done.

In propinquity,
Nic