What I want from all of you are words. I want everyone who reads this blog between now and my birthday (January 4) to post a word in the comments section.
What I’ll do with it, you’ll have to wait and see.
In other news, I love words. I was working on a poem in my head as I wrote a grant just now, and I was thinking about words. thats all I want for Christmas, my Birthday, all I want of love are words. When I’m angry with someone, *hint hint* its usually because I feel a lack of words.
The poem in my head started with all I want from you are words. Words that fall like pebbles or float like petals in a calm mirrored sea.
I was thinking about this possible poem, whe words were washing and swishing around, repeating in my head the way only a poem can. (Funny, I almost wrote heart there, would that have been better?) But then, my sestina reared up. I like my sestina. It keeps sounding way too much like that Plath poem about the runaway horse, though. That annoys me. Oh, well..