Thursday, February 7, 2008

Writing and Winding Roads


I am burning material for this blog at a tremendous rate. I will be forced very soon to write new material. Sometimes writing is as easy as putting together a cake mix, but at other times it is an arduous project. Very few works are ready on first draft. Perhaps you read my blog early in the morning and notice a word or two misspelled. If you read it after I've had two or more cups of coffee, you may notice I've re-posted with corrections. Some works require numerous re-writes. If you read the blog on a regular basis, but don't know how to use the comment section, just send me an e-mail and suggest topics you might like to see covered. I have opened my comment section to receive annonymous submissions also.


I love the thought of being a travelling singer in the old style, riding trains with a battered guitar case and gathering wool for new songs. I have written a few songs with a Woodie Guthrie, or Jimmy Rogers flavor. I like singing some of the old train songs about hobos and camps full of hard life stories. I said I loved the thought of.... I actually like my big king sized bed with the pillow top mattress, bathing, and meals on a regular basis. Brother Dave Gardner, preacher turned comedian, who made party records back in the Sixties used to say there was only one thing better than doing it and that was thinking about it - Because you could think about a whole lot more than you could do. I'll leave the interpretation to your imagination.


ARMADILLO

Plated ‘possum.
Ancient life form.
You jump up when you should run.
Couldn’t see that semi coming,
now lie baking in the sun.






THE SLUG

Parting the ivy leaves
I saw a slug.
Not pretty
but, definitely leaving its mark.


Fortunately there was no picture available to illustrate the last poem. I do think it has a heavy message though.