these trees
this water
piles of rocks
endless possibilities
those smells
that sound
water throws
itself down
cascading possibilities
poem
Poem: Writing Mind
Managed to spend a good four to five hours writing today! This is good news! I worked on a few projects at once, but one project I really got in to today. I realized I could probably submit it to the writer’s digest contest by June 1st, but to do that it needs some serious rewrites.
I got in the writers mindset a lot today and trying to emerge…is like waking up from a deep sleep. (At least it is for me.) I get this spacey expression on my face, and conversation is difficult, because part of me is still thinking about character’s dialogue in my head or planning which way a character is gong to go next. It is an interesting feeling to say the least, but hey, at least I was productive today!
Pictured I snapped this weekend at the lake.
a writing sort of mood
everything sounds like poetry
blank stare
“Whaa…”
emerge from the world
like a band-aid ripped from a wound
jarred back to the present
words are like poetry
the trees are like poetry in motion
and everything is heavy, heavy, heavy
like a dark blanket
trapping the sun
in its shadows
Happy Valentine’s Day! Now, Go Love Somebody!
I couldn’t seem to think of what to write tonight. I thought about sharing a poem that I wrote back in the college days…but nothing seems to fit the Valentine’s day/love theme that I am trying for.
It’s so weird to look back sometimes and see how different my writing was then. Back in the college days when I was writing for creative writing classes…when I was nineteen and twenty. It’s neither good or bad, just different. I wrote with a freedom then that I don’t seem to have now. I wasn’t embarrassed by my childish notions.
Life and adult-hood was so new to me, and I relished more in the freedom to create, in having a voice and the words to say. But I digress, really. No time to go down that rabbit hole…
Today is Valentine’s day and if you haven’t already, go tell your loved ones that you love them! Mike, the other half, took me out for a nice dinner and we ended the night quietly eating ice cream and both of us working on each of our projects. Me, revamping a resume that sorely needed doing, and him playing WOW, (which I’m sure if I wasn’t busy doing other things, I might be whining that he’s not paying attention to me, but whatever.) He certainly looks cute over there, sitting in his computer chair…(sigh.)
Make tonight your oyster. Be content with what you have, and if you don’t have it…go out and find it. One of the best Valentine’s nights I ever had wasn’t with a significant other. It was with my mother, my sister and my baby niece, Lilly. Us four ladies made dinner together, and watched Brave that night, and were content to be loved by sisters and mothers and babies and it was a night of togetherness that I’ll never forget.
So it doesn’t matter who you love, go out and love them.
Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! And Happy Writing!
Poem: Dear Grandma
Dear Grandma,
I miss you
I think of you everyday
your loud laughter
your eye-crinkle smile
even your house
that smelled a certain way
the holidays are near
I want to show I care
I want to know that you’d be proud
I want to feel like you’re here
I want someone
to throw wrapping paper
I want someone
to squeeze me so tight it hurts
I want the fake snow-flake decals
on every single window
It doesn’t feel like Christmas
now that you’re gone, grandma…
it feels like a big hole is missing
that place that used to exist
the place where Christmas used to be
I imagine it sucked out like a giant vacuum
a void, a black hole
a darkness that feels so sad
and so angry
so empty
so empty
It makes me mad
that you’re not here
to see the years past
you won’t get the family bulletin
a summary of the year
of life’s triumphs
and heart-breaks
Instead we drag on
we trudge behind time
like lost little sheep
we labor to it
we are slaves to it
we worship it
but we can’t do anything
there’s nothing I can do about you being gone
I’d know what you’d say
you’d laugh and say something like,
“Trust God, and in him, all things are possible.
And what are you worrying about anyway?
I’m with him. And that’s as it should be…”
But it feels so sad, Grandma…
so hopeless,
without you.
NaNoWriMo: How’d you guys do? Finish a novel?
Well, my NaNoWriMo month wasn’t very successful. I honestly didn’t have the time.
Buut…wanted to ask everyone: How did it go?
Since it is no longer November, don’t you think we should have a December novel writing month? DeCeMoWriMo?
Wait, that doesn’t make much sense…December NaNoWriMo?
Anywho…did you guys get a lot done? Create awesome characters? Type out about 50,000 words of trash? (Hehe!) Trash is still good!
The important thing is, is that you are writing and no one can take that away from you.
Something I ‘scribbled’ in my phone today on the way home from the library tonight:
for what I have are words
life’s love song
I hold them like a talisman
close to my heart
Hope everyone is having a great night! Happy writing!
Poem: Rubbish
ah, words not coming out right
just another dreary night
full of regret
things left to happenstance
on YouTube
watching some young people dance
Carrie Fisher on Ellen
Natalie Portman pregnant
this isn’t writing you fool
everything stagnant
Oh, a video of Hamilton
look, now, its James Corden
Can’t say I’m not bored then –
but ah, not writing
still not writing
wait, what is this?
…rubbish.
….a YouTube cover, Game of Thrones theme…
Agh.
A Spooky Writing Prompt: Halloween Poem Challenge!
I had a thought while I was at work today: a Halloween poem challenge!
Well, basically this is just a writing prompt.
What if we all decided to write a Halloween-themed poem to be posted on Halloween? And I would love it if we could tag each other and share them!
They can be as spooky as you want them or not spooky at all, any style, rhyming or not…as long as they are Halloween-themed in some way.
I came up with a list of words at work today to get us started. These are some of the things I think about when I think of Halloween:
Maybe this list will get us started! And if you decide that you want to do this on your blog, let me know I’d love to read them!
What do you guys think?
Poem: Inhuman – Some Westworld Inspired Poetry
You’ve given them human words
and human faces
You’ve painted them up
with souls and races
You’ve donned your hats
and laced your boots
You’ve built a world
with thrills and roots
If you can kill a face
That can cry or bleed
Have we fulfilled
your every need?
Wrote this one late last night in my phone. Been watching Westworld on Sundays, because of course we need something to fill that Game of Thrones fix until it comes back on!
But it is definitely worth a checking out and it asks some interesting questions. I, of course, feel sympathy for the robots…it feels wrong for something so human to be treated in such a way.
Anyway, it is a good show so far! Hope everyone had a great weekend!
Happy Writing!
Poem: Sick
Home alone
and sick in bed
fan is blowing
on my pounding head
Michael out with
friends downtown
too wiped out to go
but feeling down
Eh…that’s all I got. 😛 Had a good Saturday overall, despite feeling like I got hit by a train. I don’t know…caught some kind of virus. Was out and about this afternoon at the Apple Festival around here, but then had to come home and take like a three-hour nap.
Last Saturday, I actually wanted to party. This one…I’m wiped out but trying to keep myself entertained. Not working so well. Hope you guys are having a better night!
Happy Writing!
A Lesson in Peach-Eating From J. Alfred Prufrock
I bought peaches the other day. And every time I think of eating one, lately, I can’t help but think of that poem by T.S. Eliot, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.”
If you don’t know the poem I am referring to, I found it here on this website. Most of my English teachers throughout the school years had us read the poem.
Mostly because of its evocative language. You can tell the way the narrator feels by the certain words he uses. The poor guy really does paint a sad picture. Anyway, the peach eating.
In the poem, the narrator questions:
“Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.” (T.S. Eliot)
What is up with this peach eating business?
Well…peaches are messy. If you are going to eat one and have the juice drip down your chin and elbow, you better do it with confidence. Especially if you are wearing white trousers.
But all I can think about is how sad the speaker sounds. He describes himself as something scuttling across the floor in some dark, deep, sea. A bottom feeder?
Poor J. Alfred Prufrock. He doesn’t think very well of himself…
And neither have I lately. That’s probably why I keep thinking of this poem.
But enough of that.
I ate a peach tonight for dessert actually, and it was fabulous.
I sometimes think I am the only one who actually liked reading this poem when they made us dissect it in school.
What do you guys think?
