Back Writing

Finally. Finally I feel like writing. Finally I awake eager to get to my desk. Yesterday and this morning I rewrote on Horizon and I'm up to 102 pages rewritten, which means I'm about a third done. After the dentist this afternoon I plan to muster up my guts and tackle new writing. Here's the first "official" poem I wrote last week.

The Green Shoot of One Word

Hopeful yet delicate,
quivering in a sweaty hand,
tendrils curled round knuckles,
roots twining past a wrist,
leaves unfurling like butterfly wings,
damp and crumpled.

Pale yellow-green translucence
of hope and bravery,
stubbornly refusing to wilt
back into the silence,
eagerly quivering toward the light.

A single word with the power to
keep alive the name,
Writer.

--Barbara