My Year of Writing Dangerously

On the spur of one of my (increasingly rare) moments of inspiration, I decided that in order to maintain my artistic integrity, and because I can't keep calling myself a writer for much longer without actually WRITING something, I am going to write a poem a day for the next year. The first poem will be posted on August 10, 2010 and the last poem will be posted on August 10, 2011. (Unless, of course, I decide to keep going.) Not all of the poems will be good, and DEFINITELY not all of them will be interesting, but I will gaze around my kitchen, my living room, and Coming Home Cafe until something inspires me, then write a poem about it, as well as my random thoughts on the mundane things that no one notices, but which it is my goal to immortalize over the course of this year.



Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Day 77- Heaven

A while ago I wrote a poem called "Heaven"

Heaven
in Heaven, there are Books
shelves and shelves of Books and Books
with covers of smooth, hard board
of soft, glossy paperback
and the whole place is shrouded with that musky, dusty New Book Smell
your favourite author pens endless sequels
good ones, mind you

also, in Heaven, there are Chairs
big comfy ones of buttery smooth nogahyde
with a nice big Fireplace, for to read by when it's raining outside
those days when you start to shiver and feel damp just looking at it
and it does rain, in Heaven
because if it didnt' then how could you read by the Fireplace on a rainy day?

in the next door of Heaven, there is a Coffee Bar
with coffee and mochas and sweet hazelnut hot cocoa made with rich dark chocolate
and tea. white tea, black tea, lemon green tea
they even haved iced tea
because it doesn't rain all the time
sometimes it's wonderfully warm
with a lovely spring breeze and white puffy clouds that you wish you could lay on like a pillow
and on those days, there is a wonderful lake and you can read on the grassy bank

and the shoes
walls of shoes and they're all gorgeous and they're all your size
and they're all there for the taking,

in Heaven

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This next poem is the sequel to that one.

Heaven: Part Two
In Heaven, your favourite band plays a concert every night
and you can hear your favourite song that's never over

And when you feel the mood, you can take a field trip to Ivanland
(that's Ivan Coyote, by the way)
and you have your favourite notebook, and your favourite pen, and a really nice computer
and endless inpiration, of course

your closet in Heaven is enormous
there are so many colours and fabrics and textures and options
some of which are so amazing they don't "actually" exist

your neighbours in Heaven are all your best friends
and the characters from the best books and movies and TV shows
not to mention the famous people
the writers and actors and musicians and, for those who are so inclined, athletes, that you drool over

one of the best things about Heaven in that there is no curfew
and the beds are big and comfy and there's plenty of room for two
(or three, if that's what your into, and don't worry, no one in Heaven will judge)
and the nights last just as long as you could ever want

Heaven's kitchens are beautiful
with huge granite countertops and fully stocked fridges and pantries with all your yummy ingredients
and the best utensils and appliances and pots and pans
and little fairies come and clean everything

In Heaven

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