"A Poem For Geoff"
by Cher Bibler
This weekend you're writing again and
I'm thinking of you alone
in a room I've never seen
wrestling with demons I can't see -
I only read the finished words -
finished being a relative term
finished for this minute till
a new idea intrudes
a better word,
a deeper thought
a clearer way
I am thinking of our time together -
long ago now -
we didn't treasure it the way we should
we carelessly threw days away
laughing at them as they went
and now we're left with echoes of the
laughter and our words thrown like
dice, shifting and turning with
each throw, telling a new
story each time
To Reach The Green Light At The End Of The Pier
FOR AS LONG AS IT TAKES: "We are saving ourselves through the words," says Eleanor, the leading lady of a novel-in-progress. This exploration into the creative process -- which includes plenty of distractions/tangents /thoughts & rants by Eleanor, her Biographer, and selected guest artists -- will continue until Eleanor is certain her story is "right." (But we dare not jump ahead of ourselves.)
There will be the occasional typo (as Eleanor points out), and much of this is intended to be "original draft" -- what comes out of our mouths (heads) first, and then set down in that order. Not all of it will be included in the novel, but all of it is happening in real time.
ELEANOR says: "Please turn the page. Keep reading."
For more of Eleanor and her Biographer -- as well as the work of our many guest artists -- check out the older postings. "Everything is part of the process, and the process is the journey," Eleanor says.