When I can’t write, I read. I’ve since been reading, and now I’m writing again. That’s how stories go. – Ash
Am I Write? # 51 – My Story Checks Out
Tag: life
A Man Who Walked Through Beads
on the edge of my seat.. bout 6:30
my best behaviour on display
the only way someone else taught me
all the rain had just stopped
as I watched a man walk through beads
Am I Write? # 50 – Bean There, Wrote That
Coffee shops for me are a mood. Sometimes changing the writing mood can put you in a writing mood. – Ash
Am I Write? # 49 – Where Do I Start?
I don’t realize how many blank pages there are until I start writing. – Ash
My Feelings
that time in the evening
of a September day
is a feeling
a time when thoughts can drift
when sound stays quiet
the road a certain hue of grey
like the sky, maybe one shade away
sometimes I look down and count the patches
kick the broken asphalt
to the dirted sides
where the trees grow
the berries bush
and flowers wild
I look harder at things
appreciate that I am
then
remember someone
think of some time
escape back to a similar place
that time in the evening
I could see into kitchens
and all those moths swarming the post-office lights
hear dogs and guess which one
see cats and watch them go home
smell sawdust and smile
that time in the evening
of a September day
was a feeling
Am I Write? # 48 – Penned Up Emotion
Hand me a pen, and I’ll give you emotion. – Ash
Let Me Practice Walking First
hot enough to split rocks
though, that July’s breeze was nice
so you were serious, London Dock and lemonade
because some dude at the dive bar last night said it was good
became our drink of the summer didn’t it
The Dory Between Us
those days we spent in the dory
barely a word was shared aloud
our language was unique to only us
on the nicest of days that were just for you and me
no sun, grey skies, grey ocean…with a hug of a fog
you had no idea but I loved watching you
in awe…
of my captain
my grandfather, only different
when I did, I felt safe and sound
adventurous…like your first mate
catching our bounty of fish for dear Theresa’s table
A Shade of Ash # 50 – Just the Tip
There is more to someone than what’s on the surface. That’s why I never judge based only on what I see. Because when I look deep down, I usually find what makes them great. – Ash
Today, Tomorrow
it is 4:30…almost 5:00
a feeling of a brand new day
you could tell because the moon is starving for more darkness
after gorging on it since the sun went away
but it’s back now
because
colour is starting, gray and black dissipating
birds sing
dew drips
cats can’t help but stretch
a line of life stretches the morning like a pulled blanket
the night plans to sleep the whole day away
flowers root out of bed hoping for rain or shine
sound surrounds everything like a tantrum
sleep is long gone from my body
I clung hard but my dreams all ran in the opposite direction
ushering me toward awake
to be
up for today
up for tomorrow
what a beautiful day
what a beautiful tomorrow
I’ll take one
I’ll take another
Earth To Ash 