Silence

Somehow I always felt you close
Sensed a truth
A knowing
Like a knot unraveling
In the dark indentations
Of my
Lonely self
Are you there,
Bashful soul?
What is this sigh
That yearns
Beneath my breath
That lurks at the edge
Of my hopeless whisper?
Is it you, Silence?
Is it your whisper
That I long to hear?
Is it your stillness
That I had turned away from?
Is it your flesh
That I must now reveal
My naked self to?
Are you the one that I yearn to kiss? 
~ MJ Donnery
                                                                                          

Late October

Windy morning

Rustling leaves

You reach for my hand and place it

Inside the warmth of your glove

For a moment I feel you hesitate

And I,

Suddenly afraid,

Remember that you

Do not belong to me

You lean over to whisper

The warmth of your breath

Tickles, trickles,

Down the length Of my spine

And I giggle

A bit madly

Without a thought to the erratic winter ahead

Then, on a spur

As if to serenade us

Dozens, hundreds,thousands of leaves

Begin to float, flutter,

A storm of chromatic rhythm

Freewheeling

Dancing

All around us

Intoxicated, we stand

In stillness

Drowning in petals

Our hearts whipping in the wild wind

I know how they feel

The October leaves

I am also consumed,

Touched

Inspired

By your slick, glossy

Mystery

I nuzzle in closer

To rest my girlish hopes

On your schoolboy reveries

I want to sparkle for you

I want to fall for you

Just as they do

~ MJ Donnery

On Writing – Quotes #3

The useless days will add up to something. The shitty waitressing jobs. The hours writing in your journal. The long meandering walks. The hours reading poetry and story collections and novels and dead people’s diaries and wondering about sex and God and whether you should shave under your arms or not. These things are your becoming.

Cheryl Strayed – Wild, Tiny Beautiful Things

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On Writing – Quotes #2

A book too can be a star, a living fire to lighten the darkness, leading out into the expanding universe.

We don’t want to feel less when we have finished a book; we want to feel that new possibilities of being have been opened to us. We don’t want to close a book with a sense that life is totally unfair and that there is no light in the darkness; we want to feel that we have been given illumination.

I have advice for people who want to write. I don’t care if they’re 5 or 500. There are three things that are important: First, if you want to write, you need to keep an honest, unpublishable journal that nobody reads, nobody but you. Where you just put down what you think about life, what you think about things, what you think is fair and what you think is unfair. And second, you need to read. You can’t be a writer if you’re not a reader. It’s the great writers who teach us how to write. The third thing is to write. Just write a little bit every day. Even if it’s only for half an hour – write, write, write.

Madeleine L’Engle (1918- 2007)
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