Words Wherever We Go
It's January, and that in itself deserves some celebration. You've come a long way since September. Think of all you've learned about writing and about yourself as a writer.
But you're not there yet.
This is a good thing.
We've completed two poet studies, read thirteen poems, and that is just that is just the beginning.
The next step?
Take those words into your heart.
Choose a poem we have read in class,
take it into your heart,
so that you, too
may have words wherever you go.
You may do this practice once, or you may complete it every day for a week.
Review your favorite poem(s).
Take your favorite line.
Write it at the top of the page.
Use it as your starting point and write for ten minutes.
Where fogs are at battle - Carl Sandburg
The captain ka-thunks his way across the deck, his peg leg beating out an off-beat pattern. It's the sound of the thing that silences us, seaman and prisoner alike.
Someone nudges my arm. The man next to me nods and jerks his eyes in the direction of the captain.
The boat is stilled.
The fog rolls in.
The captain stands before us. "We have come to an impasse." He looks around and holds the gaze of thirty pairs of eyes. "The ransom has not been met."
There is a sharp intake of breath behind me. The Viceroy's family.
"It is war," says the captain, "and prisoners are sacrificed in war."
"No!" shouts the cabin boy. He pushes his way through the crowd. "You cannot do this!"
The captain glares at him and calls the order to the men. "Ready the plank!"