Poem: October 25th

Gloomy, Dark Friday
Week before Halloween
Decorations come out
Orange, black and green

The witches are flying
And skeletons dance
You find that wig that matches perfectly
With those bell bottom pants

Pumpkins get new faces
Their guts thrown in the trash
Somehow, every costume you see
Is showing more ass

There’s Pumpkin EVERYTHING
We even eat the seeds
Pumpkins are the turkeys of October
But it’s candy that I need!!!

Twix and butterfingers
Three musketeers, milky way
This diabetic would dive into a vat of chocolate
(Big sigh)…Maybe someday

But I digress
Week before Halloween
Sky gray and spooky
Trees shed their leaves

Then, tongue on hand
And cold, doggy nose
Happiness is a tail wag
A soft warm face, pressing close

You can give me October
The bare bones left of July
But I’ll keep my summer
Tucked away, just in case (Another Big Sigh.)

Poem: Walking in Cemeteries

I like walking through cemeteries
The dead are quiet
Peace and birds and secrets
Whispered between leaves

Sometimes sadness
Hollows through the weathered tombstones
But when the sun is out
And the leaves are chattering
I feel respect
All the respect

Poem: Blue

I recently started going to a writer’s group that meets every Wednesday since September. The class will soon end, but it’s been a lot of fun. One of tonight’s prompts gave us the word “blue.” The word “blue” made me think of the ocean which made me think of seashells, which in turn made me think of the beach.

I’d love to be on a beach right now with the warm sand under my feet, the ocean waves, a musical relaxation…this is the poem I came up with:

 

I’d like to write about an ocean day
where you can stick your toes in the sand
the waves make music, the birds will cry
where you shed away the day’s demands

Each ocean wave is a symphony
of blues and greens
an orchestra of ups and downs
the sand between toes
an artist’s dream
a blanket of softness, surrounds

Observe the birds, the bright blue sky
the curve where the land meets the water
watch the day’s demons go floating by
You forgot your swim suit? Ohh, it doesn’t matter!”

Your beach is private, your view is too
and your thoughts can go on forever and ever
There’s no limit to what you can do
you can tackle any endeavor!

To own my own beach, is a glorious thought
to find myself there, is better
one is a dream, possibly bought
Reality is quite a bit wetter

 

Poem: Lazy Saturday

Should I write, or take a nap? My body doesn’t really give a crap.
My head says no, my heart says yes
Maybe I should just get dressed
Just lying here in bed
The fan swirling around my head
My heart chiming its steady beat
Its really all up to my feet
Should I stay or should I go
The rest of you say no

Feet say yes, and wiggles toes
Let’s just see how the rest of this goes

This is just silliness this Saturday. But my, it does feel good to relax today! Just finished watching Guernsey and the Literary Potato Peel Society on Netflix. I feel so inspired to write now. What a great feeling!

Blackout Poetry: Unexpected

Wrote some blackout poetry at the library today. They had a little station of copied pages from books, and only a red marker – I guess someone took the black? Anyway, I had fun.

It reads:

Then stillness

the one I’d wanted

were standing outside the door

breathe the landscape

that enclosed us

the tender edges

our centeredness

her dress

her name

blended

with the room

Snowy April and Writer’s Block


This seems to illustrate the type of April I’ve been having lately…I haven’t written anything new in ages. I’m back to second guessing myself. The narrative doesn’t flow like it used to. I find myself rarely writing poetry anymore…

I’m not inspired. Where did my inspiration go? :/

I took this picture while I was walking in the cemetery next to my work. It might seem a bit grim, but it is a refreshing walk (it is a fairly large cemetery). Been working hard at work. Earning that money to take a nice vacation here soon. Buut, I hope I can get my writer’s mojo back. I feel like half of myself without it.

6-word Stories Tell a Story on Their Own

I worked on this last week, but I guess I forgot to post. It was something I saw on a Facebook feed from a previous year. Someone had shared some 6-word stories and they were heartbreaking. Beautiful though, but amazing how they were able to portray so much with so little words. It’s such a great challenge though for creative writers.

Let’s see what you can come up with…here’s mine:

Seven 6-Word Stories

1.  Brian said, “Goodbye.” Then he jumped.

2. Snowflakes danced around flower-covered headstones.

3. Black coffee drank up searing disappointments.

4. The advertisement read: need companion, non-violent.

5. Clutched hands trembled, the doctor spoke.

6.  Tail wagged. The Vet said, “Ready?”

7.  Birds chirped happily over rushing water.

Poem: Rules

These are just scribbles, really. A thank you goes to everyone who read and support this blog. Just noticed I reached 401 followers this weekend. 🙂 Might not seem like a lot, but it is to me. So again, thank you!

Rules

Shadows creep, winter chills
open closets are unkind
To the wandering mind
Of children just beginning

Poem: My Evil Twin, Doubt

Meet my evil twin
I call her, Doubt
she second guesses
Things I’ve figured out

She makes me weak
When I take a stand
Kicks me down
And takes command

Invites her friends:
Anxiety and Depression
Inside I’m roiling:
I’ve made a bad impression

Anxiety whispers to Doubt and
Depression behind my back
They’re making fun of me!
There’s nothing that I lack

I am Beautiful and Strong
Creative and Inspired
My evil twin, Doubt
Is not even desired

She’s shallow and she’s needy
her friends are much worse
Dripping black negativity
Tucking extra in her purse

She’ll swagger up the street
People spring out of the way
Heels clicking, eyes like daggers
With nothing great to say

NaNoWriMo Day 8 Update: How’s It Going Guys?

Hi Everyone! How’s NaNoWriMo going?

I haven’t got so much of a word count in, but I have been plugging away at 30 days of world building, which I found on this blog here.

Basically you spend each day working on the different aspects of creating your world. So far, I’ve created a climate, created a rough sketch of map, and selected what races will be in my world and how they will interact, etc.

The planning is so detailed and it’s been a lot of fun so far. Some of the stuff I’ve already come up on my own, but before I started doing the exercises I hadn’t even thought as far as climate and how weather (like a bad storm) could help drive a plot point.

Kind of neat! I think tonight I will do my world building exercise, (Economy and Politics!) and get down to some actual writing for once. I tend to not want to sit at my desk, because I sit at one for work all day long, so here I am propped up in bed and it is working so far.

How is everyone doing? How do you keep yourself motivated to keep writing?

Happy Writing Everyone!