90 sec-Sinking
Sinking in a ship, the water slowly rising. Churning about inside this vessel of no escape. All the while thinking, because thoughts don’t sink. Salt water in the air, smells of dead fish. Gasping for oxygen.
90 sec-Sinking
Sinking in a ship, the water slowly rising. Churning about inside this vessel of no escape. All the while thinking, because thoughts don’t sink. Salt water in the air, smells of dead fish. Gasping for oxygen.
10 min – Full Moon
It’s a full moon on Halloween night. Trick-or-Treaters scamper about in the moonlight. To & fro, from door to door they go. Collecting candy & small nicknacks. Covered in sheets with holes cut for eyes. An eye patch under a pirate hat with a hook for a hand. Little girls in wigs & big ball gowns. Princesses twirling in circles round and around. Under the full moon the black cat strolls by. The wolf howling in the distance, but no one hears his cry. The full, yellow moon lights up the night sky. A reflection of the sun on it’s stark, barren surface. Illuminating the dank, dark corners of the corn maze. Hay rides & candied apples, or carmel if you like. Bobbing for apples in metal vats of water like farm animals to win a prize. More children dressed as yellow & orange crayons, like candy corn. Dinosaurs and dragons and one eyed monsters. Zombies, & witches with pointy hats & striped leggings & moles with hair growing out of them.
10min-Swan
Swan, beautiful, majestic, loyal for life. With it’s long slender neck, & feathers of innocent white. I have heard that swans find mates for life. I wish people were like this too. But they aren’t and this is true. People will leave you as soon as another shiny object comes along. They will stab you in the back rather than stand by your side. Swans float through the hard times together. In unison they remain. Women have been judged for wearing white wedding dresses, when they have already lost their virtue. But swans don’t have this problem, they can sport snowy feathers as long as they like and it isn’t a lie. Sitting atop the water, wading through life. Vicious they might become to protect their young. While bite you they may, with their spouse they will stay. For eternity. This may sound crazy, and no doubt there are exceptions. But this animal proves that it is possible for any animal, and humans are after all animals right? In the family of mammals.
5 min on Peanuts
Peanuts tucked neatly inside of the pretzel of the elephant’s trunk. Slowly the wrinkled, gray elephant raised the bow to it’s mouth where it unwraps it and pops the pent into it’s mouth as if from a pez dispenser. A little mouse in uniform riding in Dumbo’s hat. African elephants in the dry dusty air, slinging mud onto their backs and fanning their giant ears to stay cool. Peanuts, such a tiny treat for such a large creature.
Each day this week we had to do a line balancing exercise. This is what I came up with…
7/4
Roses colorful all in a row,
Red, yellow, pink, white,
Even the black one in plain sight
From a bush they grow
7/5
Leaves lighting the trees on fire
Bright yellow, orange, red
Swallowing each branch
Burning foliage not dead
Flames of color bursting from the trunk,
But lying on the ground, crunchy, brown
7/6
Toasted to perfection,
Buttered & golden brown.
Crust removed,
sitting in a perfect square.
Not too hot,
so I chomp down.
Hints of cinnamon sugar in the air,
Breathing in the sweet aroma
7/7
Pulling on my raincoat,
& matching rain hat
Thick, slick, waterproof,
in smooth waves
of purple, green, & tan
Hair pulled back
Slipping my feet
into my rubber galoshes
Preparing to trudge across campus
through a giant shallow lake
7/8
Cold, solid, rock of frozen water.
Cut into squares,
with jagged edges on one side.
A plethora of uses,
but I don’t like too many,
Frozen fruit works better.
A glass through which to look,
for a distorted reality.
Last object writing exercise for the week. 10 min on Ice Cube.
Ice cube. Cold, solid, rock. Frozen water. A glass through which to look for a distorted reality. Cut into squares with jagged edges on one side. Running water sloshes into blue trays full of squares, placed in the freezer. Not just water, trays filled with sweet juices, pineapple, etc. Making tiny frozen popsicles. Toothpicks for handles. Melting ice cubes down on your head on a hot summer day. Letting the cool water trickle down the sides of your face. As the sweat is washed down, you can taste the salty mixture. Rubbing another one on the back of your neck & chest. Ice cubes crushed into a smoothie in a blender. Strawberry daiquiris by the pool. Music playing in the background. Ice cubes, good for a bump on the noggin, a muscle injury, or insect sting. But I don’t like too many in my drink oddly enough. Frozen fruit works better for my water.
Almost done with this week’s object writing exercises. 90sec on Chalk.
Chalk, thick, colorful. Sidewalk masterpieces ground my pieces into tiny nubs, circles made square by scraping against the pavement vigorously.
Once again I had to write on a subject for 10 minutes that I could completely not connect with, peaches!
Peaches are something I do not eat. Squishy & sweet, with a tough round pit. I’m not even sure what bothers me most about them. I think of “sploosh” that Caveman (Stanley Yelnats) & Zero (Hector Zerony) ate in “Holes.” Jars of peach goo. Disgusting. So many other fruits are far superior! Bananas, apples, oranges, grapes, watermelon, even pears. None having that disgusting hard center to be carved out. Only avocados can compare there, but avocados are delicious & even better for you. The peach is a light orange albeit salmony color. Smells like summer, fresh and juicy. Soft & fuzzy on the outside, with a tiny thin green leaf attached to the stem. Peach cobbler isn’t so bad. Chunky yet mushy.
Raincoat-10min
I pull on my raincoat & matching rain hat. Thick, slick. Definitely waterproof! But also holds in heat on this warm southern day. Pouring rain crushes the ground outside turning it into a giant shallow lake. The sounds of not individual droplets hitting a tin roof, rather waves of slanting rain blowing sideways. Hair pulled back, I slip my feet into my rubber galoshes covered in graffiti! I chose them over the plaid ones with red trim lining the laces. I prepare to trudge across campus to my 8am Old Testament class. Carrying with me all I will need for the entire day! After an hour of biblical studies I sneak off to the Music building with soundproof rooms each adorned with a piano. I listen to the sounds of opera vocals and instrumental warmups. Can’t hear the rain so loud in this colossal stone building with the big marble steps leading up to it. The floor slick with water tracked in on peoples shoes as they shake off their umbrellas. My raincoat & hat… purple, an odd green color and tan…. a smooth rounded chevron pattern lain across the wet fabric.
So I had to write a “lyric” based on this weeks Object Writing. I chose to write about the “leaves” & “snow” & “counter” 🙂
The clock winds counter inside my head,
I let my thoughts wander, they are not lead.
Away from reality at this time they go,
To seasons of fall, which leads into snow.
Trees engulfed in fire,
Flames of color bursting from the trunk;
Swallowing each branch
Bright yellow, orange, red,
Brown on the ground, crunchy & dead.
The smell of football & burning leaves in the air,
Tailgating & the Grove make a good pair.
Go Rebs, HOTTY TODDY, & WHO DAT Nation,
Autumn leads into winter, and vacation.
Vaca means Colorado & snowboarding for days,
I wish I could live that life forever and always.
Snow, glittery, fluffy, white,
Nothing but Aspens in plain sight.
The clock winds counter inside my head,
I let my thoughts wander, they are not lead.
To boys of my past, my mind now wanders,
There it remains, & about them it ponders.
One for every letter of the alphabet, no 3 maybe 4,
Who cares to count score, it’s not over I’m still racking up more.
I hate them all, yet forget them I can’t,
They make me feel tiny, like a little sugar ant.
Circling a dead object are the vultures in my head,
But my memory keeps growing, keeping the birds fed.
Why they affect me so, I guess I’ll never know,
I wish the thoughts would go, can’t get rid of them though.
The clock winds counter inside my head,
I let my thoughts wander, they are not lead.
Where to next? Who knows where the wind blows,
Amazingly it never ceases, it never even slows.
The clock winds counter inside my head,
I let my thoughts wander, they are not lead.