I'm a little early with my blog this week (the ink is barely dry on the last one). It's just that I've been on a creative frenzy for two straight days. It's been fantastic. Clear head, intense dreams, and the words surrendering themselves to the page filled with sibylline expressiveness (which is great given the subject matter of the novel being drafted). A sanguine start to 2011.
It has inspired me to finish my weekend afternoon by penning a poem, which I've called Separation Anxiety. It is meant to be metaphorical - symbolising 'letting go' of baggage that holds us back. It is a raw first draft but I wanted to share.
Last night I took a walk
and separated from my shadow.
It stood alongside me for a while;
not really sure if it wanted to stay or go.
Such a thorny decision to make
when you have been stuck in sync
as one for so long.
Through the lows and lows together.
Basking in the glory of the muck and mire.
I knew the time had come to let go.
It was the long silences between us
that gave the game away.
The petty jealousy whenever I dared
to gaze into the darkness of another.
Only one abyss per person.
Those are the rules.
We paused momentarily
eye balled each other
in a Mexican standoff
only inches apart.
One of us had to make the break;
run like hell and never look back.
I was the first to blink.
Not stopping until I was out of breath.
Hiding; ignoring its bellowing catcalls.
I feel a little strange now.
A little lost.
A little liberated.
I am feeling it now. I just know that 2011 is going to be a great year.