I just wanted to let you know it’s snowing right now where I am. Snowing. And it’s awesome.
This post was supposed to be a very long and interesting continuation of my last post on the discourse grammar in Patrick Rothfuss’ The Name of the Wind, but sadly, the snow murdered any chance I had of writing it tonight.
The textbook that I used as a reference for my last post (and the book that was essentially my lifeline during the class I took on Advanced Grammar) is currently at work…while I’m currently trapped at home.
So, I’m going to take Selayna’s advice and post a few of my poems. Feel free to let me know what you think about them in the comments section!
This first poem is just a fun little one written from the perspective of a character in one of the books I’m currently writing (a fantasy novel):
Insanity lingers like a friend at my door.
I’ve entertained the thought of letting her in,
But then I thought—well—she could stand outside
A day or two more.
This second poem is very strange and was inspired by a card from some board game that I can’t quite remember:
My Face is a Mirror
hard, reflecting all
that is around me nothing
soft like the warmth
of another’s flesh beside
me. sometimes I wish for the heat
that would melt me until there was nothing
left but glassy puddles that glisten
softly in the shifting sunlight