Pancakes, but no stolen coffee mug

Today was mostly uneventful, and that was good. The highlight of my day was accompanying Mom to Wal-Mart, then conning her into stopping at Barnes & Noble. Since my mom cleaned off the fridge the other day (and I mean cleaned, like the whole front is totally naked, no magnets, no pictures, nothing), I decided this was just the excuse to get a magnetic poetry set. I've wanted one since they first came out, but I didn't have a fridge to put it on -- even in college, I had a mini-fridge that wasn't magnetic on the door, just the sides. Now, I do. I like it already... as my mom was making dinner, I wrote an impromptu poem about chicken wings (dinner), 'cause I'm silly like that.

I really should keep a notebook by the fridge, though, 'cause it occured to me as I was doing another one later on (waiting for a pan on the stove to get hot, I decided to play with the words some more) that if I don't write them down when I'm done, all of this poetry will just disappear and be gone. Since this does seem to be giving me a bit of a poetic jump-start, for now, I should probably preserve the results. I think it's the constraint that's good -- it holds me to few words, only certain words, and no punctuation, so I don't get to worry about that until the words are down, the punctuation doesn't interfere with the process.

Speaking of, let me go write down what I left there...


I ache for beauty
     like in this place
water falls in a symphony
     chanting like music
          whispering spray of spring
               like a thousand tongues
light and shadow play in
     rock, mist and wind
     the stillness a moment of eternity
your raw power floods my vision
     and I cry out, weak, screaming,
          seeing life lie bare
               beneath forest, petal and sky


Not brilliant, I know, but it's something.

I also made pancakes tonight. I've had a craving for them for a few days, culminating in an all-night vision tonight of pancakes with butter and a chocolate shake (yeah, I know, weird). So I made a pantload of pancakes, so maybe there'll still be some left tomorrow if I want them for breakfast (though I doubt it -- I usually hate breakfast food for breakfast).

Mmm, pancakes. Breakfast food is so much better at Denny's, though. Especially if your waiter looks like Lenny Kravitz. :)

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