A WRITER WITHOUT WORDS
by Karen E. Rigley
A blog by a nonblogger. People assume that blogging’s simple – a breeze for a writer. For me not so much.
Sure I can create characters who don’t really exist and toss them into situations to steal a reader’s breath. I can even create worlds. Stories are easy. Ask me to weave tales of adventure, suspense or romance. Words flow.
Confront me with a new blog post and I turn into a writer without words. Why can I write a spectrum of works, but suddenly go blank? Spinning a tale of mystery, science fiction or an article is not about me. Me is where I get stuck.
So I ramble about weather, recipes, whatever floats through the universe at the moment. What happens if nothing floats past? Then I’m in trouble. Like today.
Ah, but I do have words available when I mine my trove of old poetry. Guess what happens now? Yep, my poems to the rescue. 😉
PA’S SONG
Almost ninety
voice a-tremor
worn fingers
strum and pick
mountain music
ageless rhythm
foot-tapping
song of hills
bluegrass
notes fade
forgotten verses
broken string
layer of dust
cannot hush
memories
Every evening
on the front porch
songs and laughter
dance inside
Grandpa’s old
banjo
PC BLUES
I
sit here
and stare at
my monitor.
Warnings flash onscreen
with electronic gleam,
laughing at my small mistake.
Blinking and ignoring commands,
it smugly digests files it ate.
Please, nice computer, give human a break?
EAGLE WISDOM
Imagine an eagle
circling the sky
zooming up
flying high
Soar above cliff
soar above mountain
a symbol of strength
a spiritual fountain
Born in a nest
hungry and weak
right from birth
determined to seek
promise of destiny
Rise to succeed
rise to fulfill
plan of the Almighty
Gliding toward heaven
the eagle soars
through the sky
inspiring
my spirit since
even an eagle
must learn to fly
shimmerfall 