The day is winding down
and so is my energy. Too bad as I have at least another two hours worth of editing to do - interview with an artist who works in textiles. I've don all the basic clean up edits and the main structural stuff, now it is just finetuning and inserting her music choices at the right places so the whole thing plays seamlessly.My brain feels like taking a holiday, all except that stern little voice which keeps saying "you can do this!" So here i am playing instead because right now it is more fun to stretch and see words dance on the screen than listen to them say the same things I have been listening to for two days. I didn't even get to do a poem today, my quotidian contribution to the world of romance and unrequited passions.
ah the fantasy of love
that burns and flows
wrapping silky arms
of flame about my
languid limbs
all shaken from the
flutter of an eyelid,
tossed by the breath
of a half-heard sound
a chime in eager ears
that strain to catch
those cherished words
I love you.
That feels better! And I think if I put a short music bridge in the last section it will fix it.