kareina

I don't normally do creative writing--I am usually content to simply record day factual to day stuff here in my journal, even if I occasionally make the effort to present it in an interesting or amusing manner. However, this morning a dear friend I haven't seen in far too long posted a paragraph in which she described her depression as an ill-fitting, heavy coat, and I thought to leave her a comment about wishing I could replace that coat with a light, airy cloak. However, in the time it took to finish my situps, put down the phone, where I had been reading LJ, and walk to the computer so that I could better type the comment I got inspired, and wrote her a poem instead. After posting it in the comments to her post I sent a copy off to friends in the Mists Bardic College, since they enjoy taking poems and songs and making them better. Much to my surprise, the first two emails I have gotten back on it didn't include any suggestions for improvement, but only complimented me on it.

It occurs to me that some people who read this won't have seen the post in which this appeared, so I am repeating it here, since, if you read my journal at all you like to read, and, perhaps, you like to read creative writing, too.
( In my heart's imagination )