What else is new? My interest in poetry has been renewed, somehow, and I potter now and again writing short pieces. Next week I begin studying again and then it will be nonstop studying for the rest of the year. Will I be able to fit writing and editing a book into all that time I won't have? I don't know, but I will try.
As you may have noticed, this whole blog post has been a waste of time. This is what procrastination does to a writer. They write a useless blog post instead of actual, important writing like finishing that chapter they started on last night. Ah well. At least I'm writing, right?
See you on the other side,
-Peter
He lived for a moment
and died for a day.
He took the advice
and flew away.
and flew away.
It took him so far,
he forgot yesterday.
he forgot yesterday.
He wound up alone,
for what he couldn't say.
for what he couldn't say.
The ground took him in,
when he had nowhere to stay.
when he had nowhere to stay.
His breath blew away
as in the ground he lay.
as in the ground he lay.
But his breath will return
in the end come what may.
in the end come what may.
For he is dead in the moment
but will live the rest of the day.
but will live the rest of the day.
(c)Peter Van Werkhoven
