POEM – Objective writing from Pat Pattisons Writing without Boundaries class

FIRE PLACE

What trembling hands first lit startled shouting
Red hot joy of a million lights

Who? How?
Center Boundless
Cold Stones gathered
with clay softened hands
arrangements of the concentric shape

birthing from the Ground
Moist beads of salty sweat in the hair

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Initially wrote this one for a songwriting class held at Berklee in Feb 2012.. It is an objective writing exercise. The word given by Pat was “FIREPLACE”. This is sense based writing in which You basically look for words that describe sight, sound, touch, taste, movement, internal feeling and so on etc When you write like this You let your mind riff wherever it goes..

If you’ve read writing without boundaries or have taken a class with Pat Pattison you know what I’m doing. (objective sense based writing)
If not..and your interested in improving your own writing, you might be interested in checking out the book. (Writing Without Boundaries- Pat Pattison)

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Maybe chance is a pretty common thing after all. Those kinds of coincidences are happening all around us, all the time, but most of them don’t attract our attention and we just let them go by. It’s like fireworks in the daytime. You might hear a faint sound, but even if you look up at the sky you can’t see a thing. But if we’re really hoping something may come true it may become visible, like a message rising to the surface. Then we’re able to make it out clearly, decipher what it means. And seeing it before us we’re surprised and wonder at how strange things like this can happen. Even though there’s nothing strange about it.