“You’ve got to write again,” he said.
“Just as daisies bloom as daisies
and roses bloom as roses—
you must bloom as a writer
and I must bloom as a painter.
Everything else about us is uninteresting.”
~Kurt Vonnegut, Mother Night.
I am afraid of being a copycat; I am a scaredy-cat copycat!
And yet, this word/world has called me and pulled me close (sweet-n-safe breath, an almost-kiss square on my lips).
Drabble. I thought I knew his game – chitter-chatter prattle, purpose-less.
Wrong guy, she says. Drabble is not Drivel. She properly introduces us.
Drabble is different. Flexible and free, but with holding structure. No games. No exhausting ambiguity.
EXACTITUDE [100 words].
She says that she will be with him every day in May. I want to too.
How can there be enough to go around?
Just play friendly. Source:
Loneliness is like the rain.
It rises from the sea toward evening
and from distant plains moves into sky
where it ever belongs.
And from the sky it falls upon us in the city.
It rains here below in the twilight hours
when alleyways wind toward morning
and when lovers, finding nothing,
leave the failure of each other’s arms,
and when two who loathe each other
must share the same bed:
Then loneliness flows with the rivers….
~Rainer Maria Rilke, Book of Images