I LOVE writing so much that I love it for other writers.
I love reading so much that I love that there are writers in the world.
And as much as sometimes when I read a splendid wordsmith I feel like flinging the book across the room, it is not out of jealousy but out of awe. I, feel inadequate in art; feel I don't deserve to be trying to do this thing that this person here does so exquisitely.
Three years ago I started a "give-back" programme at the National Library. I called it Writers' Own Workshop, WOW, and it was my intention to do for fledgling writers what no one had done for me: consciously, with total commitment, help with craft.
The story that unfolded after WOW's inception is the stuff books are made of. And blogs. Something to look out for in the near future.
For now, I want to showcase one of the writer's who faithfully attended WOW sessions over a two year period.
For the first time ever in "print" available to a mass public, Trinbago Come Good presents"
A Force of Nature
by
Oriya Sky
IT is banging against
the loose metal door
A voiceless intruder
Should I let it in
Or go outside and explore
Sometimes I enjoy the rough touch
It scatters my hair
and pushes my blouse against my skin
Is this a predator of sin?
This heavy breather
begins to manipulate
the flags of my skirt
They beat and flap, like wild birds
flung into a cage
Is this what they called rage?
Maybe I should go inside
and like a frightened child
find a place to hide
until its anger subsides.
Oriya, like all writers should be, is a great observer of the world, and that's where her inspiration comes from: seeming small things of life.
She would never say, "I wrote a poem about ..." No, she would open very conversationally about something that happened in her day-to-day: the smell of a vagrant; a discarded flower arrangement on Valentine's day; her children's voracious appetites; a door repeatedly slamming in the wind.
Only after the telling would she say, "I wrote a poem ..."
I am happy that Oriya writes poems.
Look for more of her work and that of other TnT literary talent in the soon-to-be launched blog SoUL: Society of United Literature.
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