Thursday, August 8, 2019

First time attending a TWC workshop.

Attended the TWC (Toronto Writers Collective) workshop for the first time on Tuesday August 6, 2019.
I took a fancy to the organization after it was mentioned at a meeting I attended some time ago.  All thanks to Michelle.
Well here is my unedited musing.

Writing to a prompt:
A poem by Langston Hughes -  A dream deferred.


What happens to a dream deferred?
Nothing happens I think
Maybe regret happens, regret for not having pursued this dream.
But, but I say, sometimes a dream deferred is actually necessary to make and maybe reignite another dream.
Maybe the right word is uncover, uncover another dream.
I see a dream deferred in many ways, for I have many deferred dreams.
They did not fester, they did not rot. I'd say I awoke to bigger dreams.
An optimist at heart, these are the words of an optimist.  Someone who wants to see the bright side in everything and everyone.  Someone who deliberately flips the script to see the good side.
I wouldn't be where I am today if I could not see my dreams deferred as a route to a bigger or newer dream.
So to you, Hughes: it may dry up, that dream deferred may dry up, but there is a re-incarnation of another dream.
Dreams never fester, if anything they ferment and maybe become better versions of the original.

Times up!

Next

Prompt: 


Freedom, Equality, Brotherhood
In today's world these words conjure up mixed feelings.
Freedom - We must live in the now, we must live in our century.  Are we free?
What is freedom?
We are free, yes we are.
Free but constrained by laws, constrained by societal norms.  We are free to go wherever we please, work wherever we please and free to say whatever we please.
Equality might want to say that we all are free like the above.  We all have the same opportunities and the same shot at mobility.
Brotherhood speaks to kin.  Perhaps brotherhood narrows to family, maybe brotherhood to race.
What group makes up a brotherhood?  How deep must the connections be to be considered a brotherhood.
Siting these words from the position of a warrior....I want to forget the past.

Times up!















Friday, May 10, 2019

On a stuffy foggy day.

Started with a bang. Usual walk to the stop.
Wait, wait, bus is three minutes late. A sign that I should keep an eye out.
So said, so done. I had to scram my head off for the bus to stop. It is spring after all, it's broad daylight.  But when they're late this is what happens. Drive like a bat out of hell to get there on time.
Its the eve on the weekend. TGIF
Bus is still half full.  Always wonder, do less people work on a Friday?
Its raining cats and dogs now.  Never quite sure why it should be raining cats and dogs though.
Hoping that my umbrella will hold up. They don't make umbrellas as strong as they used to.
I can breathe, I can breathe. The air is not saturated with the smell of weed and cigarettes. Aha! maybe this crowd is off on a Friday, worth tracking for sure. I am looking around,  only a few familiar faces.
Today is supposed to be a much warmer day than yesterday, more humid too. This might account for the stuffiness.

Thursday, May 9, 2019

My attempt at free writing while commuting


I can breathe today. Still the smell of cigarettes linger, not like yesterday. The day is brighter, the air is lighter. It is a lighter ride in everyway.
The bus seems clean too, or maybe I looked down. I may need to change my seating preferences. I don't want to say why.  We can't choose who sits next to us but we can choose where we sit.  It's a group of people, me included, on our way to work.  It's an hour long ride after all.  Gazing at different structures now. Nothing earth shattering pops up, just neck exercises. Turning inwards, inside of the bus. Most people are on a device. Mostly cell phones, spotted an e-reader too.
Varying degrees of dress. Did we all dress for the same weather.  The fact that I have on warm sock/boots (not winter) and some have running shoes and ankle socks means there's a clear divide. Lol! I have company though.
Getting closer to my first stop.
Think I will stop for now.
My attempt at free writing.