Writing Club Week 5

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[Icy]

The exercise:  Write for 10 minutes only.  Try to focus on the topic and not on editing what you've written. 

The topic:  Set by first person to respond to this week's thread.


As we enter week 5, I can truly say that we've seen marked improvement in the efforts of members who have participated.  This is open to all Forum Members....please feel free to offer useful critiques and comments, as well as to participate by adding your own "piece".  We're all learning here!

To read previous Writing Club pieces, please take a look at Week 4: 
http://www.themudflats.net/forum/index.php/topic,5108.0.html

[0whole1]

Topic: Mind's eye.

[Rubo]

My mind's eye when turned within would like to see without
Life's little lessons most often ignored
That I know without a doubt
Is more than something capable of
More than just mere thoughts
Housecleaning begins within
Creates a safe cocoon
Colors the world we live in
Creates a  pleasant room
For all of us to live in

[smiles]

K.  Here ya go --

Mind's Eye.

sensing a knowing
my deja view
behind the inner parade of words
the glow I can see around you
a kaleidoscope of experiences
changing my understanding of myself
with each breath
awareness permeates
pineal pulsing
heart throbbing
spirit projecting
life's course ahead

[ira2]

Mind's Eye

He stood in front of the fireplace, his stiffly starched self haloed by the rather oppressive oil painting above the mantel, the ancestral face in which echoed his calmly self-righteous own. Gravely and not unkindly he said:

"In my mind's eye, I see you as a boon to this house, an adornment and good steward to my affairs as well as gentle company for myself."

She, that fairy creature of his sensible interest whom he deemed quite trainable given a certain amount of correct influence and administrations, from her flowery perch upon the window seat gazed at him and with a most silvery peal of laughter exclaimed:

"In your mind's eye, huh? A cyclops' mind, missing out on the depth of field vision thingymajig and all! Fascinating, this, but - well, my good man, let me be the first to tell you that your mind's eye is overdue for a nice contact lens or something."

As he stood frozen in disbelief, she hopped off the window seat and, with a cheerful tap on his arm as she flounced by him, she added:

"Welcome to the 21st Century, dear. Go buy a cookie to adorn yourself or whatever you do with it. Ta-ta!"

(Drifting in her wake throughout the stone-flagged hall pearl snippets of song: "His mind has but one eye..." --- "...his person, starched and dry..." --- )

[0whole1]

Another morning.

Fixing a dying marriage is like trying to shove a camel through your mind's eye; hard to do, and you can't see around it while you're doing it. Surely, getting into heaven is less work.

"Have you seen..."

Her back; a gray stone wall. "No." There weren't any hooks on the 'no' to hang anything else on. Just...thunk.  'No.'

"Oh."

An end to words for a time. An uncomfortable quiet broken here and there by the rustle of uncomfortable clothes being donned.

She spoke.  "I won't be home until tomorrow."

Instead of thinking about another night in an empty bed, I weighed the relative merits of tie colors.

"oh."

[Lucy]

MIND'S EYE

one's ability
to see, to imagine more
than that which is seen

to see love in dirt
to see hope in destruction
and advance again

To remember what
you don't remember seeing
when it's important

to imagine what
you didn't know you wanted
or were afraid of

It's very clever
not allowing us to see
until we're ready.

Sometimes it does not work well
and fails to guard us
from our own demons.

[Jaime from Wasilla]

Mind's Eye

My tooth is aching what is that smell the furnace is coming on again I like Julie Andrews I wonder how she got the job introducing the Vienna New year's Strauss concert I better turn up the volume so i can hear over the furnace. I'm hungry but I don't feel like cooking. maybe I'll whip some cream and turn the last two scones into shortcake. Do I want to thaw any fruit to put on them or maybe just use some jelly. I could make lemon curd but I would have to use bottled lemon juice. Oh, I love solo clarinet! Strauss makes me happy. La la hmmm mmmm mmmm Strauss melodies are so singable how much longer do I have to write to finish this excercise? I wonder if anyone will compare this to James Joyce? Stream of consciousness is sooo last century. LOL. Where did my puppy go?  My feet are cold. I really need to plug those drafts in the front door and that one old window. Gawd, I've only been writing for five minutes?! This is harder than I thought. hold on, my eye is itching. I wonder how many seconds get burned up by scratching. I can';t watch the clock and scratch my eyes at the same time, but I am also losing time by correcting sloppy typing. It must be seven o'clock, the timer just turned my grow light off. The opening number of the concert is over. Julie is back talking about Austrian history. Shut up Julie, I want more music. Oh crap - I sneezed. gross. It is worth it to lose a little more time wiping down the keyboard. yuuck. Well, that ate up more time, two more minutes to go. Shoot - I missed the name of this piece of musiic, too.  Both had Gypsy in the titles. What is it with Strauss and gypsies? A whole lot sure passes through the mind in ten minutes.  I probably onl;y caught a fraction of it. Some sensations and ideas were too fleeting to write and look time has run...

[The Blogger]

(This was rhyming in Italian... but in English not so much! I calling it "Ordinary Friday Nights")

In mind's eye, I see everything
Eying everyone (eye to eye)
Next morning, remembering nothing
Finding no one (and no eyes).

I walking through Alaska
Muds flapping in Turnagin
Saved by mudpuppies
when tide coming in.

Once lent George Harrison three dollars for lunch
He gave me napkin with design
for car that runs on tap water
But I sneezing on it
And lost the plans.

Taking mushrooms so Hillary Clinton and Chrissie Hynde can sing
And go back to Ohio, where fair city is gone!
Much later, in the starlight under aurora
Finding my mother kissing Frito Bandito
(aye, aye, aye, aye!)

In minding I let my eye wander
Lost track of my hummingbird
Captured in digital
But lost to my brains.

2001 Space Oddyssies for mindscape Ulysses
With park-benched umbrellas
For whether the storm.

My father once saying to me
The mind she is a wonderful thing, no?
Wish he seeing this miracle of 2009!