Halfway Point
In true “Wandering AS I Wonder” fashion, I went into the crate and began pulling out my work from decades ago. Much of it was free-writing, prose, and poetry, as I attempted to make sense of my feelings and thoughts.
I played with pauses and caden often and intentionally ignored conventional grammar rules. I’m not sure where the inspirations came from, but I do recall reading a lot of e.e. cummings around this time.
I wandered often. I never stopped wondering.
HALFWAY POINT
Cover that candle, don't allow the wind to exterminate its flame braving these crispy winds is sometimes lonely, but always hard Climb the stairs to the attic but cover that candle don't allow the wind to exterminate its flame...
One step at a time a time... the attic awaits, calling where tranquillity transcends into reality Grasp the rails firmly... the staircase has been broken but hold tightly to that candle the wind blows harder... the light flickers Swaying, Dancing those shadows have ceased to move hold on to that rail but do not lose the flame the wick has shortened, and soon there may be no more light,
Thus the path will be dark, damp....cold cover that flame... progress may stand still, time continues to march on somehow to that attic if necessary... descend the path and begin again fuel the flame and continue to grip the rail the wind is still blowing
In true “Wandering AS I Wonder” fashion, I went into the crate and began pulling out my work from decades ago. Much of it was free-writing, prose, and poetry, as I attempted to make sense of my feelings and thoughts.
I played with pauses and caden often and intentionally ignored conventional grammar rules. I’m not sure where the inspirations came from, but I do recall reading a lot of e.e. cummings around this time.
I wandered often. I never stopped wondering.
HALFWAY POINT
Cover that candle, don't allow the wind to exterminate its flame braving these crispy winds is sometimes lonely, but always hard Climb the stairs to the attic but cover that candle don't allow the wind to exterminate its flame...
One step at a time a time... the attic awaits, calling where tranquillity transcends into reality Grasp the rails firmly... the staircase has been broken but hold tightly to that candle the wind blows harder... the light flickers Swaying, Dancing those shadows have ceased to move hold on to that rail but do not lose the flame the wick has shortened, and soon there may be no more light,
Thus the path will be dark, damp....cold cover that flame... progress may stand still, time continues to march on somehow to that attic if necessary... descend the path and begin again fuel the flame and continue to grip the rail the wind is still blowing