Poem: Snowy Mornings

I like snowy mornings
Not so much the drive in
Slush, dirty snow and ice
Scraped off windshields

But more so that
The world is still trying to
Catch its breath
After the sky has seeped
All over the landscape

Cars creep
Phones are quiet
The wind still spitting

Everyone is late
Even the snow doesn’t know
It’s overstayed its welcome

Finally
A day where everyone is behind
Like me
And I’m not behind everyone else

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.

All The Happy Little Trees

I am appreciating the outdoors today and the sunshine, even though it’s pretty cold outside! It’s as if Bob Ross were here painting all his happy little trees…

Mike took this picture on our walk today. This up and down weather is taking its toll on the small streams and canals in the area. There’s been some flooding from blockages from ice floes.

I somehow caught pink-eye over the weekend; and the handle to my driver’s side door snapped off when I tried to open my frozen car door last night, but I am choosing to remain positive. Was actually a great triumph for me to laugh about it, instead of let my anxiety take over.

Plus, I’m inside and warm, and that always helps, too. Hope everyone has a great Sunday and keep safe out there!

Happy Writing all!

Poem: March’s Last Hurrah

So, we had a bit of a snow storm here in New York this past week. Oy. Thank you, Stella. Like any woman, really. Oh so beautiful, but certainly packs a powerful punch!

crunchy, crunchy

snow bank

liquid white

and falling

 

boots and mittens

sniffley noses

cheeks beet-red

with shoveling

 

kids and sleds

where’s the car?

winter’s last hurrah

…in March.

Poem: Blue Bird Welcomes the Spring

It has been a busy month this December, and while Christmas came and went with a blur, I wish winter would, too!

Although, we haven’t had very bad weather this winter (thank goodness,) but I am more than ready to get on with summer, and green grass, and all the great things that have to do with summer.

Haven’t been up to much lately, either. We’ve gone to see the new Star Wars a few times already, and if you missed my rant about my silly obsession with all random things Star Wars, you can check it out here.

I wrote this poem for my mom for Christmas this year. I did it up in a new picture frame forย  her, which I forgot to take a picture of, but I hope you guys like it. I wrote about a blue bird, and Mom loves birds, so it seemed to work very well. ๐Ÿ™‚ Happy Holidays everyone!

Blue Bird Welcomes the Spring

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Blue bird sits under an old, oak tree,

his head tipped back towards the sky.

He puffs out his orange-red breast,

just one last song before he flies.

 

Cardinals join his herald of spring;

the blue jays, too and chickadees.

Chattering squirrels chase and climb;

a cat blinks lazily beneath the trees.

 

Old snow melts, and drops and drips,

the trees try to shake off winter’s chill.

Blue bird watches, and waits, and sits;

the air is fresh, the earth is still.

 

The winter was cold, harsh, and long;

a woman shovels a snowy drive.

She welcomes the cheerful bird-song,

she loves the sound of feeling alive.

 

Feet away, under an old oak tree,

blue bird sits, and watches, and waits.

Sunlight touches his breast and beak,

he shakes his wings of one last snowflake.

Magnetic Poetry: “Survival”

Nothing gets me down more than sickness, and I’ve had my fair share of it this past month. :/ Perhaps I was inspired by that…who knows.

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Smile and

eat life

and never wake

 

I hope everyone is staying warm and safe these winter months! We’ve certainly had our fair share of snow these past few weeks! And for those of you in warm weather: send it this way please!

Happy Writing!

 

Poetry: I can write haiku, can you?

It’s snowing outside, tiny flakes coming down from the sky in all directions, swirling chaotically around cars and the pavement outside my window.

View from my office window.

View from my office window.

Naturally this makes me want to write, of course. I don’t know what it is…maybe because it’s warm in our apartment, I woke up refreshed (finally) after a good nights sleep and I have the day off from work.

Maybe there’s something in the way that snowy sleepy days naturally put me in a thoughtful mood, and thoughtful moods generally lead to writing…if I were a painter, I’d paint the heck out of a glorious snowy day, but alas, the best brush I have, is the brush of words on blank, blank paper.

And of course, the last sentence I just wrote had me thinking about haiku poems. It’s been ages since I’ve written one…not since college three years ago. I found a refresher at this website, here.

(From the website:) The haiku is a Japanese verse in three lines.ย  Line one has 5 syllables, line 2 has 7 syllables and line three has 5 syllables. Haiku is a mood poem and it doesn’t use any metaphors or similes.

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View of the moon and snowy trees at my Grandma’s house, the evening of Thanksgiving.

I don’t usually think of myself as a poet. My advance poetry teacher in college said to me once, “You are definitely a fiction writer.” And that seemed to cement the idea in my brain. He didn’t mean to say that I was inept at poetry, just that eventually all writers make a choice, and I am a lover of stories and so naturally fiction was my style of choice.

But lately, I am constantly reminded by poetry why writing descriptive, lyrical words are so important. Why some fiction is just poetry in an extended form. In a single poem, an image is created in just a few words. I think poetry is a great way to remind fiction writers how important it is to show, not tell what is happening in the story, but to focus on the concise, and descriptive words.

Here’s some haiku of my own. Some silly, some serious, some not really haiku poems at all, but all poetry:

The bright yellow sun shines

through icicles hanging

on the windowsill

 

 

icicles remind

us to mind the cold weather

bundle up you beasts

 

 

dogs don’t like the snow

wagging their tails between gusts

shivering snow and wind

 

 

the snow swirls around the pavement

children walk by with parents

hands howling in their gloves

 

 

So much depends upon a red wheelbarrow…

(Just kidding! haha…can’t get this poem out of my head for some reason! For those that don’t know this is the start of a poem, “The Red Wheelbarrow,” by William Carlos Williams. I remember there were those that either loved it or hated it in my poetry class. There was a great debate that followed about it.)

And lastly, another haiku of my own:

 

The dead of winter

snow falls down on black pavement

eat lunch, eat sunlight

This has been a lot of fun for me this afternoon. Feel free to comment with your own, if you like!

Happy Writing!

Poetry: “Ode to Snow”

I think I wrote this when I was about eighteen. This was back when I still used AIM, (AOL Instant Messenger,) and instead of writing out a profile for myself, I would post poetry like the nerd that I was. ๐Ÿ˜‰ (Mind you, this was also back when I thought I could rhyme, too.) But my position then about snow hasn’t really changed much over the years…

Here’s something silly for you on this cold, snowy January day:

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Snow, you dreadful thing,

why do you fall the way you do?

 

Tell me, Snow, you white, white Snow,

as pale, pale white as the moon,

 

Would you rather melt in spring time,

then get crushed on the roadside too?

 

You foolish Snow, so stupidly white,

that glitters in the sun,

 

Why do you have to come out and ruin

all the spring time/winter fun?

 

Why fall from gray-white clouds

only to sting and melt on my nose?

 

While the dignified rain just drips,

and does not look like dandruff on my clothes.

 

Snow, you bitter chill,

I’m afraid I’ve had enough,

 

of damp, damp wetness, icy chills,

and all that cold-wet stuff.

 

So Snow, if you would be so kind,

please gather where I can seeโ€ฆ

 

And if by mistake, I take out a few flakes…

well then, whoops, don’t blame me.

 

Hope everyone is keeping warm in this new year! Happy NEW YEAR everyone!

Once Upon a Time Review 1/6/13 – Regina tries to change, too little, too late

I watched the new episode on Sunday, but with work, vacation plans (more on that later)…I wasn’t able to write until now. From here on out, I’d like to try to post at least once a week!

I am very excited about the new ideas I have in this new year and can’t wait to get started. Even with the brand new year, there is still so much to do and so little time!ย  ***An update on this later in the week! (or later today, baha!)

Now, what to say about Once? So much happened in the most recent episode!

*Spoil Alert!*

Photo credit: ABC.

This episode remained very much a Regina-centric episode, and who can complain, really? We love our Evil Queen just as much as Snow, Emma and Charming! In the Enchanted Forest flash-back, after being tricked by Snow and Charming, Regina must admit to defeat by the couple, whose army is much stronger than hers. She is then captured and put into prison. Can the Evil Queen really change her ways?

In present day Storybrooke, Cora and Hook make their way quietly into town, but Cora wants to make sure that her child is truly broken, and so will eventually need her. What better way to do this, but to take her son away from her? What a wonderful mother! Heh. She pretends to be Regina and murders Dr. Hopper.

While Emma and company interrogate Regina about the murder, Emma is not convinced that Regina truly did it, until Rumpelstiltskin is able to show them the evidence. In doing so, Emma uses magic! Interesting!

Meanwhile, the Evil Queen in flashback enchanted forest world, refuses to show remorse and change her ways, forcing Snow and Charming to exile her from the Kingdom. And back in the present day Storybrooke, Snow is saddened by the fact that Regina will not change even though she has been given numerous second chances.

Here is where I feel sympathy for Regina and am starting to dislike her mother even more. “You can pretend all you want,” Snow tells her, “But we know who you will always be like.” Has Regina tried to change too little, too late? She is truly trying and now no one believes her!

The end of the episode reveals Dr. Hopper not really dead, but a captive of Hook and Cora.

Thoughts and Observations:

  • No Mulun and Aurora in this episode – but I’m sure there will be much more of them to come and hopefully some new characters!
  • The beginning scene with Charming and Snow in bed was hilarious and the look of horror on Emma’s face. Charming says something like, “At least we can still provide her with a few traumatic childhood memories at this stage of her life.” Bahahaha!
  • Emma’s red leather jacket is gone, her hair is pulled back and she is wearing a sweater and jeans through most of the episode – the result is a softer, more open, motherly Emma.
  • I am a Regina fan through and through and seeing her heartbreak at her separation from Henry and the fact that no one believes her is kind of heartbreaking!

Here’s a sneak peek of the next episode:

Thoughts below! ๐Ÿ™‚