I've been working on college essay's (ok, so just one) and the previous post all day, so I don't much feel like writing. No surprise there, eh? If there's one bad thing about GSW, it's that it not only didn't encourage my writing, I almost feel like it hindered it. My writing was considerably worse during those 6 weeks than it has been in a while. But that's besides the point. The point is, I don't feel like writing, so I'm gonna post one of Charley's poems. I'm sure he won't mind.


Autumn day
In the same New England way
That's kept me bound to this small town
Much longer than I've cared to stay

With leaves of red and trees of gold
This dying town's a sight to hold
Walking down the winding street
The fire hearth air is more than sweet

Waiting with me at the coffee shop corner
Memories keep me oh much warmer
Than I must appear to the passerby
Who turns a head to catch me shiver

And with a tune of forty acres
I try to pass the minutes quicker
Waiting for the only one I care to keep
From passing into thoughts of yester
As only Pearl could do for Hester
You've eased the pain of the burning letter
Brandished on my heart
By this cold New England town

These thoughts wound up in anticipation
Of half an hour to walk and listen
To the depth of silence as we walk
To no particular destination

As I finally see you approaching
The darkness long encroaching
On the edges of my instability
Subsides to give me rest

For the pow'r of friends embracing
Leaves no room for hostile feelings
Or grudges deeply dwelling
In a heart that's long been aching

And as we walk sans hesitations
Built up by time or age or distance
The only thing I care to notice
Is the healing balm of the warmth of closeness


- thoughts provided by Katey Orr @ 1:03 AM