Monday, January 12, 2009

Time to Write!

"It's not plausible or desirable to try to get the world to go away for hours at a time, but it's entirely possible to make it all shut up for 20 minutes." ~ Cory Doctorow

"I make time to write."~ Stanley Tucci

"The bottom line is: don't spend too much time thinking about writing, write!" ~ Mui Tsun

Some days it is nearly impossible for me to find time to write. Some one comes over or I need to leave home for some reason. It can be important like a doctor's appointment or a business meeting. It could be fishing with Dave or chatting with either of my dozen or so best friends. It can be that there are more weeds than garden in my Garden too. But some days writing has to take a back seat to other things. It's not that I don't have anything to say. I always have something to say. I can only remember twice in my life that I was really speechless and one of those times I just felt that the situation was too silly for me to comment on. I love to write. Even when I'm not holding a pen or sitting in front of a key board I am writing. I think up elaborate stories and sometimes I even remember them long enough to get them on paper.
I find myself gazing a a bird and counting syllables in my mind as I watch him take wing and fly away. I have finally convinced myself that a pad of paper and a good pen should be stashed every place I might have a halfway good thought. I now have them stashed by the bed and in the bathroom as well as in the car and under a basket on the kitchen table. I have always had one in my purse. I hope I never lay one down somewhere and forget it. I can just imagine some person reading over broken sentences and half formed thoughts and thinking they have discovered the weird diary of a madly insane woman.

Today I have found plenty of time to write. I have written four poems and a whole bunch of phrases for poems that I will use later. I have thought about a wrote down some titles for both poems and stories that I will finish writing at another time. Today nineteen years ago I quit writing for a long long time. Today is my youngest daughter's birthday. Emily is nineteen today. I remember so well her strawberry red curls twining around my finger as I attempted to sooth her cries. Born tiny and sick, she along with her two brothers took all of my time. I was writing all along. I was just writing for myself. The notebooks from those days and years are rather dreary at times. I was even advised to just burn them. I will keep them to remind myself to find time to write! To remind myself of the wonderful years I spent being just a mom and step-mom and wife. I would do it all again for my children. But I hope that whatever the future holds, I will always have time to write!
I hope you enjoy today's poems. Have a wonderful day!

Emily's Curls

Oh Little one
please don't cry.
Your tiny head rests
on my shoulder.
My heart fills
with gladness
at your being.
My world filled with awe
as my finger becomes entwined
with the tawny strawberry blond
of Emily's beautiful curls.

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

Winter Willows

winter willows weep
along pond's edge~
otters Play

written by:
Patricia Sawyer

Starlit Night
he crooned a tune
in the starlit night~
my toes danced

Written By: Patricia Sawyer


softly fall
soaking summer's
parched, thirsty earth
caressing, carefully
planted pots of pink posies
slowly seeping into dry soil
filling sloppy puddles with wet fun
and muddy footprint reminders of rain.

Written By: Patricia Sawyer


Sunshine said...

I am so glad you found time to write today. :)

Pblacksaw said...

Sunshine~ thank you.. I think I'm gonna like fast access internet too.. Hahaha! It makes the computer and I get along a whole lot better.
I was planning to kill this computer and bury it in the woods. Now I don't have to buy another one! I am glad you had time to read today!

Rita T. said...

You just have a great blog, you know that? Great job!

Pblacksaw said...

Rita~ Thank you very much I am glad you approve!