LDS Writers Blogck: Awaiting Creation

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Awaiting Creation

Color has no rhythm

And harmony no hue

Art is a scream never uttered

Fiction is oil paints for the blind,

Mixing color, hearing silent backbeats

Psychedelic metaphors for those

Shards of surreality, painted on a canvas of air

and shorn trees

Greens and blues, orange and scarlet

Hang in the balance of words

Wild silhouettes, written first in the nude but

Clothed in experiences

Empty symbols, never meant

Are gnawed, chewed and swallowed

By the teeth of fashion

A masterpiece awaits

Its own creation

Waiting only for its master

To get around to it.

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Once upon a time, a group of new writers got together and started this blog about their struggles, their aspirations, and their quest to become published authors.

Now, the better part of a decade later, we've been around awhile. We've learned far more , done more, and gone farther than we ever imagined we would!

Some joined us, some moved on, some became the published authors they always wanted to be, and some are still in the grind.

This is the record of where we've been, a textbook of what's been learned and a heartfelt memoir of experiences shared. Though the writers have moved on, the archives are here for you to peruse, and hopefully you'll find something in them to help, encourage and uplift.