Been busy shading under a tree while this same-sex marriage survey blows over.
But in fact I’ve been trying my hand at greeting card writing. For those writers of you out there it might go against the grain, so to speak – probably flies in the face of what ‘real’ writing is all about.
See! I’m already using cliches – “go against the grain”, “flies in the face of”.
So be it – but if you’re writing a novel you might want to ‘steer clear’ of such lazy writing.
Maybe I should keep to poetry. For the reading pleasure of some, I’ve included a piece below, entitled ‘the symphony’
…then I heard a sound
Was it a harpsichord I heard
Or a piano, played to please
Accompanied by violin
With horse’s hair to serve as strings
And cello at an octave low
Than viola in the symphony
So that the music streams and flows
And leaves them with an inner glow
That lasts through courtship –
So that – when – asked to wed
She says; “Of course –
I love you more than you could know”
As the symphony strikes up a chord.