I.
charred marshmallow
black shell fragile
pulled like a scab
revealing white molten rawness
oozing slowly in the night air
II.
at some point in the early morning
the water begins to ripple
as the wind slowly starts to blow
a whisper over the dead lake
Up until recently we've been having a rather mild autumn. But now the nights are frigid and the sunshine of the day does little to warm the air. It made me think of September when I stayed up at a camp with a dear old friend and some other folks who I had met my first year of college in Farmington, ME. It was a very relaxing and healing occasion. The quietude, simplistic and rustic qualities of the three days/two nights spent there sparked my desire to reinvent myself in some way, or, in the very least, to revisit the ideas I had about my life and which direction I would like it to head.
TASK: I should go back to some old, unfinished compositions once again and see if I can do anything with them now.
note to self: bach has his set of inventions, maybe i should create a series of my own. short pieces. each representing a person who is trying to reinvent themselves. maybe call them the reinventions.
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