Voices

I've already sent this to myself.
Now I'm sending this to you.

Darkwood easters the night while the morning jacket awaits
Slides as two cucumbers between melons
And the meloncholies begin
Oh now you've said it!
The corniness ensues
You're probably going to write about food
Or think you're clever by making them verbs and adjectives
Like "he canteloped down the leeky street"
But how long can you sustain that
Without losing direction, losing your listener
Who has heard your stuff a hundred times
Saying "there is nothing new under the sun."
Just a few clever phrases
A few creative word pictures
But nothing really to say
No plot or purpose
So purpose becomes porpoise
Hoping to distract by cleverness again
Of turning one word into another
They aren't buying it, don't get it, distracted
Doesn't matter...
Write about something real...something that matters
Something you're passionate about...
So others will relate
But I don't or I won't
"Not right now, I'm too busy!"
"I'm too tired! I can't concentrate!"
And the listener tuned out.
So I write this up and send it to myself
In hope I'll read it and write better.

Denis Streeter 10/3/10