Still at school

So, I'm almost through a second term at university. It's my third year, and I'm looking forward to graduating next year. I had no time to write on my blog, but I have a short interim between projects. My main subjects are Novel, Novella writing (doing a Fantasy novel) and Stage Play scripting. I'm also doing Poetry, Liberal Studies, Non-Creative Writing, Astronomy, and a whole bunch more. Busy, busy, busy.

Here's a poem I wrote last year:

Burden of a Shadow
Snow, carries the shadows of
trees without leaves,
draws lines like scratches on blank pages,
up and over the white hills,
weaving patterns of crazy designs.

The movement of little
birds left behind through the winter,
flutter to and 'fro, they
speckle the landscape with
grey darts of fragmented haze.

Through the clouds, the
sun spotlights the pristine ground,
throws blue and purple, shifting
like sand dunes, as it
arcs westwards through
the northern sky.

What burden are these shadows? Though
painted across the frosty fields, and
sketched along the edge of
the icy forest, like an
ever-changing mural, it

doesn't carry the weight of a butterfly.

Memoir - Life

The river runs slower and wider 'til it enters the sea

My life's river flows ... I go to class where I am the oldest student.  I clean the house ... sometimes.  I go to bed and rise the next day. I shower. I cook.  I do the laundry.  Occasionally, I make my bed.  I dust and vacuum. I take care of the daily tasks of living ... just.  I watch TV.  I surf on the net.  I am mostly solitary throughout the day. I grow older.  When last did I plan a picnic?  Go on a hike?  Have a long, hearty conversation with someone?  Where is the sponeneity of my youth?  Little nuggets of it are found along the riverbed ... coffee with a friend, chatting with my children, dinner out.  The challenge of being a young mother, constantly on the go, exploring, discovering, glad to have a moment to myself, are gone.  The fast running, rocky river has widened, slowed, and I am heading for the sea.