On top of all the other blogs I’ve added to Blogspot, it seemed appropriate to add one especially devoted to my whole purpose for being on this planet: writing. I expect to share occasional snippets of writing here, along with notes on the writing process, my own progress writing, & such stuff as words are made of.
The name of this blog comes from this poem, which actually had nothing to do with writing per se when I wrote it — but guess it does after all, hey?
[Update 2009: Now rather than a separate blog, a category on my website/blog at Henkimaa.com.]
Field of Words
Today in the field of words,
beside the lake of possibility,
today I am speechless.
All the words, all the words
proliferating in my hands,
little concretions of meaning
plucked from the ground one by one…
cowardly little stones:
they won’t be thrown
in the lake, where all the words
I’ve ever cast lie
layered upon each other, each
a decision, each a change
made in the world.
But these, now, these —
cowardly, spilling from
my fingers, back to the ground
unspoken, unthrown.
(published in Ice-Floe, Winter Solstice 2002)
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