Welcome to Fiction Forge Indy! We are a group of four writers in Indianapolis that love to talk about anything that has to do with writing. We all met at the Indiana Writers Center and come from four very different backgrounds with interests in Fantasy, Mystery, Humor, Romance, and Historical Fiction. Prepare to be informed and entertained! Oh --and by the way, we hope you share your thoughts on the craft of writing, too.
Monday, August 14, 2017
Late Summer Hope/Early Autumn Blues
When People Move On
Some folk never question why it is they stick around
They’ll work hard to make a good thing last
Stay off the streets that bleed a town…
Some folk know a better life comes with a little faith
Where foundations make a house a home
…Not some temporary place.
Some folk spill their love in yellowed notebook poetry
They turn graphite into colored words
And sweet endless melodies… Endless melodies.
But some folk leave no matter what their pretty words have
While the ones who tried to love them
Were making plans beyond the bed… Beyond the bed.
Wild phlox, eternal grit road
Where have all your Indians gone?
Something drove them away from here
Left behind them a trail of tears
Thinking they’re not ever coming home…
Some folk wile a summer day into an autumn night
And leave the sun setting on a crumbling porch
Without a kiss goodbye…
Some folk stir the storms in someone’s weak and troubled