Prehistoric Romance
it is time you were told
that I have divided our
prehistoric romance into
four different stanzas
one for the first glance
one for the last kiss
one for the first night
one for the last fight
I penned a cycle
of speculative poems
about your practiced flair
to invoke brief instants
of all-pervading joy
& fleeing
a prehistoric romance
a solemn literary relic
dedicated to you
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a prehistoric romance
a solemn literary relic
dedicated to you
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Just typed this while moving through John Mayer's 'Battle Studies' record. I killed it in 2009 when I bought it and for a time it held a special place in my heart and then for a really long while I couldn't stand a single song until I moved resolved some internal wars. I have fallen in love with the record again. I must be to have scribbled this down while listening.
Not much of an entry. I attempted to sit down in the quiet of my writing room in my jams with tea to conjure an ending for 'Too Much To Contain'. I am stuck and admittedly I am slightly frustrated. Maybe my desire for the end to be clear is the problem. So, I will stew. I will wait. In the meantime though I am afraid that I will get caught up in new ideas for a forthcoming story yet to be titled. Too many stories, too little writing time.
For now, I will rest. Think, dream, think, devise. The work never ceases. It's good, challenging work. I am grateful for my gift.
In propinquity,
Nic
