it's too quiet

*I guess I was wrong about not being able to finish, because I wrote another few lines. I guess the sentiment lasted longer than a couple of hours.

It's Too Quiet

I wasn't lonely 'til the rain came,
drops on the glass the only sound.
But what I want to hear is my name
while I am driving you around.

I thought that this was what I wanted,
thought I could go out on my own.
Thought I could fly, but I am grounded.
Don't want to do this all alone.

Now there's a palm tree out my window.
Against the moon, I guess it's nice.
But it also casts a shadow,
A doubt that I can do this right.

1. A writer who wants to keep her ideas keeps a notebook on her nightstand or in her purse rather than scribbling on napkins at dinner (guilty) or receipts while waiting in line (and guilty). I've discovered a voice recorder on my phone that fulfills a similar purpose for when I'm driving (or moonlight power walking on the beach...it's therapeutic) and I find a companionship of lyrics and a simple melody on my mind. If I were Missy Higgins or Casey Cotter, someone else would hear what I recorded on my phone. But since I am Savanna and I actually don't know how to compose music, it will endure only as words.

That was song-downgraded-to-unfinished poem. Nope, it's not directed at anyone. The ideas came as a package and I unfolded them. I stepped outside tonight and realized that driving to a stranger's house and buying their desk and bringing it home to assemble it (and many other things in life) is a lot more fun if you're hanging out with someone.

And you know what? It's not great, but I want to keep it. And I might even finish it.

2. Somewhere there is a book that I carried around as my poetry journal for a few years. Most of the things I wrote were unfinished. My closest friend my freshman year used to tease me about this. He said I should create a book of unfinished poetry, finishable by the reader, for my honors project (which project I never did). If I don't finish a poem within the sitting where I wrote it, it probably will never be finished. Inspiration must be in the room with me.

Actually, I think I'll go look for that book.