I have an old library desk where I write.
I have words swimming in my head. These are some of my favorites — bric-a-brac, innocuous, innuendo, ubiquitous, kismet, juxtaposition.
I have notebooks: big ones and little ones and a million scraps of paper that I use to record my thoughts. Once when I couldn’t find something, W pointed out that I save everything. I couldn’t tell if this was a criticism or a compliment.
I have a king-sized bed covered in flannel sheets. It is warm and soft and inviting.
I have books and magazines and newspapers. When I am in bed, I surround myself with them. It is a fortress made of paper and words.
I have pens and markers that I use to make notes and jot down ideas. At night, the paper and pens get mixed in with the sheets and the blankets and our slumbering bodies. I tell W this is what happens when you live with a writer.
I have dreams. Good ones and bad ones that I remember in snippets. I try to write them down, but I am almost always too late.
I have good intentions to empty my brain every day and transfer my thoughts to clean sheets of paper. It never works out the way I had planned. Sometimes this is a good thing, and sometimes it is not.
I have writing that I am proud of. My pieces always seem different when they are in print. More important and truer for some unknown reason. When I’m alone, I read them out loud and wonder who that person was who wrote like that.
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I wrote this from a prompt in my writing group. The assignment was to write a list poem starting each line with the words “I have” similar to the poem I have a horse by Tomaž Šalamun. You can read the poem here. Try it yourself.
Recently, I had a piece published in an LGBT anthology. Off the Rocks, Volume 18 can be purchased here.
I like what you’ve done with your “I have”. 🙂 It feels like… Identity.
Congratulations on your most recent publication!
Thanks, Feve. It was interesting to read everyone’s list poem. They are like mini stories. I am working on Identity (see capital I), so maybe it’s showing.
I had a similar experience using George Ella Lyon’s “I Am From” as a prompt in my writer’s group several years ago. 🙂
Neat. I’ll have to check that out.
I always thought Professor Dumbledore’s pensieve was a thing of wonder and beauty.
Yeah, wouldn’t that be neat to sift our minds like that and then watch in fascination as all of those little voices and images in our heads come to life.
“I have pens and markers that I use to make notes and jot down ideas. At night, the paper and pens get mixed in with the sheets and the blankets and our slumbering bodies. I tell W this is what happens when you live with a writer.”
That reminds me of our bed…since I started drawing I constantly have markers, colored pencils, and my Zentangle supplies with me, and when I don’t feel like sitting at the desk, I’ll curl up next to craig and draw. I don’t know if I’ve ever lost my things in the covers, but some nights it feels like I will.
Good to hear I’m not alone.
My desk looks lots like that.
I clean it, but the creeping pile expands very quickly.
I am actually a neat and orderly person. I just can’t keep up with everything that ends up on my desk. Not enough time in the day.
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