Music-Writing Challenge

I really want to take part of this music-writing challege that my friend, Amanda, started and my brain can't stand debating it anymore. I'm just going for it before I explode:) I'll do as many as I can before my computer may fail again. Here's to hoping it keeps working!

It's such a clever concept and I hope that it will inspire my writing. I had done Tristi Pinkston's writing challenge in April and I had done better than I expected I would but since then I've been slacking with my writing. So, with this challenge I hope share a bit of my writing here and become motivated again in the process. Whatever I write will be extremely unedited but I hope to share it anyway. I'm sure that's the point for the challenge anyway. Plus, it will get my blog moving along which I desperately need to do.

Ink Notes #1
Music: La Serenissima, as performed by Loreena McKennitt

Side by Side
for my children

Oh, how I'm enjoying my time
of living side by side with you
my child.
I marvel -
as I watch you growing every day.
~small to big
Each moment is new and you are becoming aware more and more
of the world all about you.
You are precious in the light.
You are so beautiful
as you sleep near darkness.
For you live in simple radiance.
I love to see you smile and try to catch the butterflies
You can't ever touch.
Oh, how I hope -
I wish I could capture time
to remember clearly
and later shed tiny moments
we spend side by side
again.
At times of my frustration, I sorrowfully forget
what miracles live beside me now.
I remember - again - I want to...
engrave my deepest, noblest affinity for you
to etch among Celestial stars.
Eternity will give us our caresses back
my memory will return
as love prevails
forever
and again
we'll be side by side.

***

Ink Notes #2
Music: "I Remember" by Damien Rice

Summer Friends

As Vada was driving, she daydreamt in her mind about one of her first friendships. Her heart sweltered with the recall of emotions that twisted inside of a bond for another person. A bright bond that she never wanted to forget.
She met Polly that summer, quite by accident really, in a unique place under the freeway that she thought she only knew. She went there for solace from her noisy world. Polly showed up shortly, after she did, one day in that hot summer. At first, it was a bit awkward and she felt almost territorial but the girl hadn't done anything to cause alarm. So instead she decided that she would quietly watch this girl with the purple tote bag. Polly hadn't seemed to notice her yet and she continued as if she were alone to pull out a sketch pad and pencil. As she sketched, Vada couldn't help the curiousity that gnawed inside her. What is she drawing?, she thought.
All of a sudden, Polly looked up at her with a winning smile and Vada quietly chuckled as she recognized herself in the sketchbook. Polly had seen her all along. It was one of the most beautiful, simplistic sketches she had ever seen. Instantly, a friendship was born.
Vada would have followed her everywhere that summer and basically did. Even as the course of that school year started, the two friends were inseperable. Instead of riding the bus home, she would walk home with Polly. They would invent plays and scenes, like you'd see on T.V., up in thier minds and talk strangely like actresses do using trees and plants, sidewalks and roads as their stage. If it was a musical, they would basically sing at the top of their lungs and then giggle uncontrolably until their sides ached. It was so fun! It was so carefree!
No one bothered their little playtime, no cell phones or distractions just Vada and Polly. As long as they checked in with their parents by a certain point and did their homework, they had the afternoon free until dinner to invent life as they saw it. They walked and walked all over the little town and loved getting the specialty donuts at the hometown bakery with their little allowance money. They would sit and talk under the trees and swing at the park.
Yes, Polly was her friend and she loved her. She would always cherish those pleasing memories by remembering them often but now she woke up as it was time to park and go in to the grocery store - back to the daily grind.