By Patty Hancock
Prompt: What Characters or personalities live in you: (personae)
I am a writer I see the world and know the story. I have pens, pads of paper, silence so I can hear myself think. I have to walk by the ocean to know where I am. I run by the ocean, I hear words that are meant for only me, words that want to be freed.
I am a jockey, my horse is the best and fastest. Where I think, he goes. Where I lean, he turns. His strength and loud motion is my strength, and I pass the world as I speed into my own background.
I am a seamstress. Every thought becomes a creation. I cut and mold shapes, I join wisdom and archives so that each person has a place to live.
I am a seamstress who forgets about dinner, forgets whether there is gas in the car.
I am a seamstress who never says no, for work, each creation is a magic new.
I create for myself, and if anyone is interested, then they are a like soul, a buddy is the passage of time, a grade school pal who knows where I live.
I make a pile, I squash a flat surface, I spread it out and center it until it looks manmade.
I am a seamstress who lives under the reign of the czar, my only joy, my real joy, is joining threads with colors and fabrics with names they never heard of.
I am a driver, I drive far and quickly, I speed recklessly, I forget who is watching. I slip off the road onto a jutted gravel, treacherous, steep slopes. I am a driver who forgets to drive, who only sees the end of the road.
I am a professional, very stiff, very hard to bend. I have a goal and everyone adds their advice. Everyone has been there before.
I am quiet, the shortest person in the class. I am born late, I never forget the doctors who found my birthday, who discovered whether I was born today or the day later. He had to get home for Christmas, and I, I could not speak English yet so my 2 cents did not count. Everyone rejoiced, I arrived willingly but disoriented, loud, in charge without knowing the words.
I am a secretary. I keep track. I offer ideas, too many. I have more ideas than one person can physically meet. I have plans, plans to ruin any predicted event. I can plan the way away from the plan. I can keep notes and reminders. I can free you from thinking, I can become the way home.
Go down the gravel driveway. Stop. Left blinker. Watch out for the other guy. Don’t spare the horn. Notice where you are. Notice the boulders, the trees, the road signs. Let someone else drive. Take time to see where you are. Forget where you are. Be as still as a lost child in the night.
I am a foreigner. I speak and no one understands. I ask directions and can not understand the answers. I travel incessantly, watching alertly for the edge of the world. One step at a time. One step at a time can’t possibly be dangerous. If where you are heading looks wrong, it’s pretty easy to swivel and return. But the scenery changes, the seasons change, the darkness comes earlier now. Still, one step at a time and you be be fine.
2016 Patricia Miller Hancock All Rights Reserved
Prompt: What Characters or personalities live in you: (personae)
I am a writer I see the world and know the story. I have pens, pads of paper, silence so I can hear myself think. I have to walk by the ocean to know where I am. I run by the ocean, I hear words that are meant for only me, words that want to be freed.
I am a jockey, my horse is the best and fastest. Where I think, he goes. Where I lean, he turns. His strength and loud motion is my strength, and I pass the world as I speed into my own background.
I am a seamstress. Every thought becomes a creation. I cut and mold shapes, I join wisdom and archives so that each person has a place to live.
I am a seamstress who forgets about dinner, forgets whether there is gas in the car.
I am a seamstress who never says no, for work, each creation is a magic new.
I create for myself, and if anyone is interested, then they are a like soul, a buddy is the passage of time, a grade school pal who knows where I live.
I make a pile, I squash a flat surface, I spread it out and center it until it looks manmade.
I am a seamstress who lives under the reign of the czar, my only joy, my real joy, is joining threads with colors and fabrics with names they never heard of.
I am a driver, I drive far and quickly, I speed recklessly, I forget who is watching. I slip off the road onto a jutted gravel, treacherous, steep slopes. I am a driver who forgets to drive, who only sees the end of the road.
I am a professional, very stiff, very hard to bend. I have a goal and everyone adds their advice. Everyone has been there before.
I am quiet, the shortest person in the class. I am born late, I never forget the doctors who found my birthday, who discovered whether I was born today or the day later. He had to get home for Christmas, and I, I could not speak English yet so my 2 cents did not count. Everyone rejoiced, I arrived willingly but disoriented, loud, in charge without knowing the words.
I am a secretary. I keep track. I offer ideas, too many. I have more ideas than one person can physically meet. I have plans, plans to ruin any predicted event. I can plan the way away from the plan. I can keep notes and reminders. I can free you from thinking, I can become the way home.
Go down the gravel driveway. Stop. Left blinker. Watch out for the other guy. Don’t spare the horn. Notice where you are. Notice the boulders, the trees, the road signs. Let someone else drive. Take time to see where you are. Forget where you are. Be as still as a lost child in the night.
I am a foreigner. I speak and no one understands. I ask directions and can not understand the answers. I travel incessantly, watching alertly for the edge of the world. One step at a time. One step at a time can’t possibly be dangerous. If where you are heading looks wrong, it’s pretty easy to swivel and return. But the scenery changes, the seasons change, the darkness comes earlier now. Still, one step at a time and you be be fine.
2016 Patricia Miller Hancock All Rights Reserved