Today I thought I'd share two of my recent paintings and a poem (in 30 6 word memoirs). Enjoy!
Memories determine who we will be.
They hold us in place indefinitely.
They weave themselves through our present.
Memories outline the path for us.
They propel us into our future.
They shape our character and destiny.
Memories remind us who we are.
They know us at our weakest.
They expose our greatest shining moments.
Memories keep me tied to you.
They freeze while time moves forward.
They hold me to moments past.
Memories are smells, sounds, and feelings.
They capture all of my senses.
They are tangible hauntings of emotion.
Memories always look on you favorably.
They remember the best of you.
They paint over your worst faults.
Memories are fantasy wrapped in truth.
They are what should have been.
They never really had the chance.
Memories are the laughter that lingers.
They force a smile at youth.
They brighten up the current setting.
Memories collide with grief, dance partners.
They remind us of what was.
They force us to face reality.
Memories are the key to hope.
They prove our life has meaning.
They prove we have a story.
Life sometimes takes me in crazy directions. My creativity shuts down. Words escape and my confidence as a writer slips away.
Here's a truth: A novelist writes novels, but not always. Sometimes we like to play with smaller works that yield faster results and satisfy us instantly.
Poetry, essays, short stories and flash fiction fix our craving for the craft when our bigger work is hitting a brick wall.
These bite-sized works keep us writing and rekindle our spark as writers. We want you to find them, admire them and appreciate the moments when we aren't acting as novelists but remain dedicated writers.
When my novel is on a break and my juices aren't flowing I write poetry. I write it free form with 6 words on each line. I post each line at Six Word Memoirs. You can find my sixes Here.
This is my favorite so far. I haven't posted it over there yet. I hope you enjoy the sneak peek . . .
A Dance in Earth Major by Heather Randall
Nature is a simple, alluring dance.
The blade of grass rises en pointe.
Trees stretch their branches in relevé.
Every leaf is jazz, splits merging.
Flowers bloom in modern boldness, lyrical.
Spring showers patter "shuffle ball change".
Birds partner to embrace the ballroom.
We admire, a waltz of observation.
Fresh air makes our insides sway.
I don't know what's coming
I don't know what's next
But you can see it all right now
You've ordered all our steps.
You see the end from the beginning
Know all the in between
You capture all the nuances
Nothing goes unseen.
You love us like a father
Lead us like a king
Guard us like an eagle
Held under your wing.
I'll walk forward as I trust you
Learn to walk by faith
Though my sight grows blurry
I know you'll keep me safe.
Teach me to keep walking
When my body starts to freeze
Remove the hidden obstacles
So I can move with ease.
Expose the faint temptations
When things get in the way
Crystallize your Word for me
Remove the shades of grey.
Capture all my passions
So nothing is held back
Use them for your Glory
Guard me from attack.
You're a lamp upon my feet
A whisper in my ear
Though I don't know what lies ahead
I know I'll find you there.