I'm meeting my daily commitment to editing. But I can tell when I'm falling behind, for I don't water my African violets, and they're really pretty. Someone once told me that flowers emerge when the plant feels threatened. Maybe that's why they are purple gorgeous. So, do I water the poor little things or write a poem?Someday
I won't care to write,
but it's not tonight;
the African violets
will have to wait.
Meanwhile, I will ignore
that high-pitched hum, tinnitis,
for the humming of this story:
my characters battle enemies
within and without,
ward off omens,
ignore the raven's last cry,
sail to new lands,
and awaken renewed.
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| My African violets (Camp 2012) |
What lovely violets! And a lovely poem too. My "somedays" include travel and getting back into art.
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting and writing a comment. My passion is traveling is well. I think all writers have some art within, perhaps that's why we try to paint with words.
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