Poem: Saying Goodbye to April

the leaves beckon “come hither”

get off your lazy ass

my trees are full

flowers tilted in bloom

tomorrow is another tomorrow

the sun shines lazily down on empty chairs

all I can hear is the rain to come

feel the cold on the back of my neck

hear the pat-pat of drops on my new umbrella

the world feels empty

if there is adventure out there

I have yet to find it

Poem: Rainy Afternoon

Been carrying this one around for a few days now – wrote it on Friday, but of course I forgot about it! Hope everyone had a great day today!

Rainy Afternoon

Friday rain and pancakes

squeaky boots and grey sky

one writer’s voice

a door creaks

slowly opens and deep breath

nothing there but a cup of tea,

a much-read book and rumpled covers

the stories we tell

when the day is long

and the leaves are wet

and the road is slippery

when a curtain is ruffled

and the air smells of dirt, and worms and spring time –

are the adventures we dream of

when the day slumbers on

a rainy afternoon

Poem: Things Happen for a Reason

Here’s something I scribbled down at work today. Someone recently said this to me in so many words and I’ve taken it to heart. Just trying to remain positive on such a dark and rainy day.

Things happen for a reason

you hope to start at point A

and end at point B

you hope to be happy

you hope that the journey is worth it

you hope that the path you chose,

is the one that goes

you hope this heartache

is merely passing

 

Sometimes the path is winding

with bumps in the road

and gaps and ravines

or sometimes you’ll come

across something in between

mistakes and pain

forever stuck in the rain

when the bottoms of

your pants get wet

 

such is life

the ups, the down

trying to figure out

your way around

 

 

Poem: Rain

Sigh, I love rain…how many poems have I written about rain? Too many. Very much a rainy Thursday today. But despite the gloom, I had a rather nice day!

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Big drops in tiny puddles

leaves heavy and wet

cats shaking paws all befuddled

Let’s see if it’s stopped yet

Rain boots and big umbrellas

yellow coats and squeaky shoes

’round a corner, “let’s splash that fella!”

sniffley noses, colds and flus

For me: it’s a good book and hot tea

quiet adventures, all alone

it’s not lonely, my book and me

It’s…a feeling of home.

 

I like writing silly poems like this for you guys. It entertains me…and rhyming is fun even if you’re just doing it for fun. Hope everyone had a great day! Happy writing!

Poem: Rainy Sunday Afternoon

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I like the sound of rain on a Sunday afternoon

I like the way it falls, the way it sounds

the look of green, the slick streets

The pattering sound when it hits the ground

Me in my pjs, cartoons in the background

Like someone stroking my hair

after a long bath in suds and warm water

Today, the darkness won’t bother me

today, I will conquer the dark and the sadness

with comforting thoughts of trees filled with raindrops

heavy with water, drooped so low over the ground

This should be their attitude of sadness

this should be proof that the universe is low

but instead, I think of it as trees bowing

to the universe in reverence

the earth is crying

and this is their moment of silence

Poem: Drip, Drip, Drop

It’s been raining all weekend, and I had this poem in my head last night. This one is from the early college days, but still fun. I wish I could still rhyme like I did back then, but I am so rarely inspired lately.

The thing about rain, though, is that here is something about the sound of rain, the smell of it, the feel of it on your skin that tells a story all on its own.

Spectacular kisses always happen in the middle of a rain storm…it’s the fantastic release of the earth’s pent-up energy, and on those really sad days, it’s the tears you feel inside, the universe crying, sharing in with your grief…

Anyway, here it is just a poem, and me thinking about the sound of water as it falls. It’s not really about a rain storm at all. 😉

Hope everyone is having a great weekend!


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Drip, drip, drop, goes the water in the sink.

As I stand there listening, it gets me to think;

How much water is in the ocean,

When the waves all dip in motion,

is it as great as I imagine,

Or a waste?

Does the sunlight on the water glisten?

Can you smell its salty taste?

 

Drip, drip, drop, goes the water when it rains.

Flowing down rusty gutters and down shiny window panes.

It gathers in wide, muddy puddles.

It clears away the dust.

It drips on plants and worn-out metal,

And gathers where it must.

 

Drip, drip, drop, goes the water in the sink.

As it is wasting, it gets me to think.

How much water will be needed,

When our whole supply is depleted?

When our water just flows out the drain?

There will be no waves in motion,

Because there is no ocean, or water…to form rain.

50 Word Stories: Turmoil

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I think I took this when super storm sandy happened.

Water fell in torrents. What a perfect end to a stormy night. Rain poured down the gutter, my face fell with it. I looked down at my speckled blue rain coat, and flicked the dark drops from my shoulders. Tomorrow will be a new day. Today, I’ll bury the hatchet.

Magnetic Poetry: ‘Rainy Day’

It’s raining cats and dogs here in upstate New York this Sunday evening. I cracked the window just so I could hear the patter of the rain outside, because the sound is so relaxing, but then a spider decided to crawl its way down the screen and freak me out, so that quickly ended! But it reminded me of this poem I started last night. It’s been a while for some magnetic poetry, but I am proud the way this one came out. Happy Sunday everyone. 🙂 Let’s hope its a good week for all of us! Rain, or shine.


Rainy Day

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like oceans

like blue sky

like joy

and the soft breath

of steam to my lips

15 Minute Journaling: Every Rose Has Its Thorn

It is raining here in upstate New York, coming down like it means some business. We’ve had a flash flood warning, have been threatened with 3 or 4 inches of some good rain, but I’m not afraid.

Sherrie, in Rock of Ages. I thought the whole Tom Cruise rock star thing was a little freaky at first. But you can barely recognize that its him.

Julianne Hough as Sherrie in Rock of Ages. I thought the whole Tom Cruise rock star thing was a little freaky at first. But you can barely recognize that its him in the movie.

Instead, I’m in that writer-like dream mode. The rain reminds me of sad stories, lost loves, that sad aching feeling of something once remembered, something cherished.

Just finished watching Rock of Ages while doing some much-needed dishes, and near the end of the movie is the song, “Every Rose Has its Thorn.” I don’t know why, but it inspires me…So I’ll use that as my inspiration for my next 15 minute journal session.

My 15 Minute Jouraling posts are something that I started as a warm-up for myself, so as to keep myself writing and the creative thoughts flowing. It’s something we used to do in my creative writing classes with a prompt given from the teacher. Anything can inspire me and I thought I’d give it a share.

I’ve done some other entries too, if you are curious, you can view them here, and here.

Also, it helps if I have that song playing in the background…I’m a sucker for covers and I really like the version on the Rock of Ages.

Here’s where I’ll put 15 minutes on the clock and do that thing that I do, GO!

>>>>She stared out the window at the rain, watched it come down in sheets and sheets of water that fell so hard it looked almost white. Her mother told her not to do it. Told her not to move away and live with a boy she’d just met.

The town they had moved to was in the middle of no-where. Except for the nuclear power plant a mile away, there was nothing there – except for a few dusty stores and cows that bellowed in the fields nearby. Her mother told her once that she hated the sound, that bellow. It was empty, mournful, made her think of her father that had up and left them. Angel said that the cows bellowing gave her stomach ache. It sounded like they were going to be sick and she’d rather steer clear of them.

Except there wasn’t anywhere to go in the empty town. She liked the look of the green grass and the trees that waved in the wind in the summertime, but come winter all she felt was loneliness. It was the kind that bites. That seeped into the cracks of their trailer and left a chill in her heart, an edgy-ness. Everywhere she went in that small town she could feel them watching.

And Angel knew that she wasn’t meant to stay.

It didn’t matter that she had no money. She wasn’t going to ask her mother for any either. She’d pack her bag and leave and feel the sun on her face once more. It was time she did something for herself rather than others.

She didn’t know how much that her boyfriend would put up a fight.

She’d told Andrew on a Tuesday that things weren’t right. He’d crush the beer can he’d held in his hands. Yes, he was the typical red-neck…complete with wife beater and ratty faded blue jeans. She’d like the grease on his hands at first. She liked the way he swaggered.

Now, she felt afraid.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said as he lit his cigarette. She’d told him not to smoke in the house.

Angel fumbled with the dishes that she was drying and nearly dropped it on the floor. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, nothing,” he said, and laughed and got up and kissed her bare shoulder, traced his hand along the edge of her tank top. “You won’t go anywhere without me.”

“May…maybe I’m meant to be,” she stuttered, and followed him into the next room, her hands still soapy. “You once told me I could do anything.”

He sat in front of the TV. “Yeah, that what I said?”

“Well, I’m going to do it,” she said with one hand on her hip. “I’m going. And you won’t hold me back.”

He laughed a laugh that had no emotion. She wondered if when he said that he loved her, if he really meant it. “Do what you want, Angel,” he said. “It doesn’t matter to me.”

If it didn’t matter, why was she so afraid?

By the next week, she had her bags all packed. She’d filled her car full of gas.

ANNND…that’s all the time I have. I used online stopwatch and the alarm just rang, scared me, lol. If I were to end this story, it’d probably go something like this:

She left him standing in the driveway, mouth wide open, his eyes finally open and lonely. The coldness had dropped from his face, and his shoulders drooped in that ratty wife-beater. It reminded her why she had loved him. He was so tall, and broad-shouldered, his eyes dark and beautiful. When she’d first met him, she thought he was so strong and steady. That he’d protect her, make the monsters of the world go away.

She imagined someone tough and blond-haired would marry him. She’d probably be a girl who grew up in camo and went hunting with her brothers on a regular basis. She wouldn’t be beautiful, but she wasn’t ugly either. She’d swear like a sailor and be stubborn. She wouldn’t take Andrews crap, and eventually he’d turn to alcohol anyway.

Angel felt her stomach twist as she turned onto the highway. Felt the tires run on the open road and breathed a sigh of relief. Yet, she felt a jolt in her heart as she felt the pressure on her abdomen and she pulled over to the side of the road and threw up in the ditch.

Bile clogged her throat and bits of her breakfast went back down as she swallowed. And she ached all over, felt a kind of dread that defeats tiredness, it brings on its own kind of weary. Tears ran down her cheeks and she snuffed loudly as she tore around in her backseat for a tissue. Her fourways blinked and clicked obnoxiously as a semi bellowed past.

It was too late. She wasn’t in this alone anymore. She’d never be alone again.

Whoa. That took a different turn, geez. I didn’t really do any editing, except to fix spelling errors and I think I’m going to keep to that. I might use this as inspiration for something else someday.

Anywho, thanks for reading and now perhaps I can run to the store now that its not raining buckets and get eggs so I can make cupcakes!

What inspires you? Thoughts below if you want!

Hurricane Sandy – Check out these cool pics!

Well, still getting battered by the hurricane up here in upstate, NY and probably will until tomorrow evening, (the wind outside right now is terrible!) Can feel the cool air blasting through the cracks in the windows and downstairs in the basement the water is creeping slowly across the floor as it seeps into the house…

The power went out for about four or five hours and we broke out the candles. Ate dinner to candlelight, wondered at the silence when all the humming of machinery is turned off and I cradled my phone to my chest and then sorrowfully shut the power off to save the battery for tomorrow.

I did grab my camera, which was fully charged (and clung to that – yaay an electronic device!) and was able to take some pictures of the storm.

Was playing around with the light settings and got this…(I am not a photographer by any means but like taking good pics as well as anyone), but imagine my surprise when I got this!

Anyway, well the power came back on an hour ago, we turned the TV on to check out the news and I thought I’d share these pics. I’m a tad nervous because I have to be out and about tomorrow – so fingers crossed!

Prayers and thoughts go out to those that were seriously impacted by this storm!