OctPoWriMo Day 25: Cowl Invites Touch

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Hello, and welcome to OctPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Five!

What’s OctPoWriMo, you ask? Well, it’s a whole month of poetic creation – 31 poems in 31 days. It’s the creative baby of Morgan Dragonwillow and Julie Jordan Scott.

This year, I intend to follow many of the prompts, and get the joy of discovery…

I hope you’ll stop by, settle in, and find a little bit of magic here!

Today’s prompt was “Magic and Possibilities”. We were encouraged to freewrite for 10 minutes, and offered a list of word prompts:

  • Fascinating

  • Captivating

  • Enchanting

  • Magnetic

  • Irresistible

Well, I was a bit of an overachiever with today’s poem.

When I looked at the word list, I noticed it used several words or ideas with my 100 word flash fiction story for Story a Day May. Since that story’s part of my evolving Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction project, The IDIC Romance, I’ve been intending to expand it.

I chose the first time Trip encounters T’Pol, in a jazz club in San Francisco (see the episode “Fusion” for more), as the basis for my frewriting – and I wrote 2,000 words!

I do love me some Trip and T’Pol, but that’s another story, and not a poem at all…

I decided that Trip’s poem would be a blitz, which seems to suit his rapid-fire yet laid-back personality well…and this poem might even become part of the story that inspired it…

I love it when a challenge becomes more than the sum of its parts!

Cowl Invites Touch

Alien woman prowls in

Face framed by a cowl

Cowl hides pointed ears

Cowl names her Vulcan

Vulcan eyes search

Vulcan eyes stare

Stare into me

Stare and declare

Declare alien yearnings

Declare Vulcan fires

Fires hot and unexpected

Fires like plasma arcs

Arcs sear and burn

Arcs scorch through soft jazz

Jazz binding us together

Jazz winding through us both

Both caught in arcing music

Both caught up in a breath

Breath tangles into music

Breath exhales wanting

Wanting this to never end

Wanting so much more

More music more time

More whatever this is

Is she feeling what I do

Is she even able to feel

Feel her heart beat faster

Feel hot blood in her veins

Veins green-hued not red

Veins from mind to heart

Heart opening to heart

Heart conquers mind

Mind pleads for reason

Mind begs for logic

Logic burned by plasma fire

Logic utterly undone

Undone by Vulcan eyes

Undone by shadows

Shadows moving softly

Shadows on her face

Face transformed by music

Face inconvenient facts

Facts of human man

Facts of Vulcan woman

Woman breathing in music

Woman I long to touch

Touch her deep within

Touch her man to woman

Woman

Within

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SoCS : A Matter of Degree

 

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This post is part of Linda G.Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday meme.

The idea is simple – post an unedited stream of consciousness piece that ties into the weekly prompt – this week’s is to write a post that uses the word or theme: degree/degrees.

My mind went in two different directions, at once, with this prompt. I went with both – and I used this text to create A matter of degree, my OctPoWriMo poem for Friday (the day I usually do my SoCs freewriting).

It’s a saying we hear often, and in different contexts. “It’s a matter of degree, ” someone will say, when discussing wrongdoing. It was an attitude that my mother espoused, as in, “You’re lucky you didn’t have MY mother.” This was intended to make me feel grateful that the abuses and jagged edges in my life were not as damaging as those in hers. And I suppose that I am – except, if she hadn’t had that degree of abuse inflicted upon her, she might likely not have committed even a lesser degree upon her own children, and the cycle could have been stopped.

Because abuse and unkindness may be a matter of degree- but abuse damages, and that’s not a matter of degree, but of the nature of the abuse, and the nature of abuser and abused…

Sometimes, employment is also a matter of degree. There is the long, intense journey, the hoops that must be jumped through, the tests that must be passed, the years of dedicated effort….to attain a degree, a testament to the effort put forth, that says that all the requirements were met, and a level of expertise was attained…

But does a piece of paper, or sheepskin, on the wall really say anything, in and of itself? It doesn’t say why the holder pursued this piece of paper. It can’t tell the passions, or even if there were any. They can’t say whether it was a personal choice, a calling, or something one was driven to by one’s parents.

A degree can’t tell you whether someone really knows and cares about whatever they are doing, today, or whether they’re only going through the motions. They can’t say whether someone is happy with that investment of years, or if they’re being broken under the weight of debt, or wasted time…

A degree won’t guarantee a job, or that any job it does help to secure will be a job the bearer wants to do…

The lack of a degree doesn’t mean that someone is ignorant. It might mean that they were doing other things- traveling, working in a grocery store, as a dancer or a tattoo artist or volunteering or many other things. It may mean they prefer to learn for learning’s sake, rather than for any type of monetary gain or ‘credit’. They might have a native intelligence for cooking, or acting, or working with children, or plants, or animals. They may be passionately interested in things that offer no degree, and spend a lifetime delving them in blissful absorption. They may prefer to figure things out as they go along, rather than sit in a lecture hall while someone else shares their impressions. They may be people with their own ideas – the innovators and inventors of our future, seeking out new ways of thinking and doing that aren’t yet being explored in any classroom…

There’s nothing wrong with having a degree, if that’s something someone wants. There’s nothing wrong with going through a life without a degree, if a degree isn’t a priority or a useful pursuit.

There is something wrong with living a life that doesn’t fulfill, enthuse, and delight, at least on occasion – because these things hold an infinitely higher degree of worth (see what I did there?!).

What do you think of, when you hear the word ‘degree’?

Enjoy stream-of consciousness writing? Anyone can play, so long as they are willing to follow a few simple rules. See you next week, for another live-streaming look into the lovely chaos in my mind! =)

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OctPoWriMo Day 24: A matter of degree?

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Hello, and welcome to OctPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Four!

What’s OctPoWriMo, you ask? Well, it’s a whole month of poetic creation – 31 poems in 31 days. It’s the creative baby of Morgan Dragonwillow and Julie Jordan Scott.

This year, I intend to follow all the prompts, and get the joy of discovery…

I hope you’ll stop by, settle in, and find a little bit of magic here!

Today’s prompt was about reality checks and guilty pleasures, and there were some word prompts, too:

Word Prompts:

Dance

Fashion

Make-up

Tattoos

I struggled with this; I didn’t have a feel for a poem in this topic. Instead, I combined it with the Stream-of-Consciousness Saturday prompt for this week, degree/degrees. I then used the text to create a found poem, adapting some of the text to (I hope) reveal my conflicting viewpoints on both prompts.

Or maybe not. I’m tired today, and distracted by other projects. Still, it’s a poem, there was a process, and, for me, there’s value in that, whether I hit the mark or not….

A matter of degree?

“It’s a matter of degree, “

“You’re lucky you didn’t

have MY mother.”

abuses and jagged edges

a matter of degree-

but abuse damages

not a matter of degree,

the nature of the abuse,

of abuser and abused…

long, intense journey,

hoops that must be jumped through,

tests that must be passed,

years of dedicated effort…

to attain a degree,

atestament to effort put forth,

all the requirements met,

level of expertise attained…

Does a piece of paper or sheepskin,

on the wall say anything

It can’t tell the passions,

can’t say whether it was

personal choice,

a calling,

something orchestrated

by one’s parents.

broken under the weight

of debt, or wasted time…

traveling,

working in a grocery store,

as a dancer or

a tattoo artist or

volunteering or

many other things

prefer to learn for learning’s sake

native intelligence for cooking,

or acting,

or working with children,

or plants,

or animals.

passionately

interested in things that

offer no degree,

lifetime delving them

in blissful absorption

figure things out

as they go along,

sit in a lecture hall

while someone else

shares their impressions

people with their own ideas –

innovators and inventors

of our future,

seeking out new ways

of thinking and doing

nothing wrong with

having a degree,

nothing wrong with

going through a life

without a degree

something wrong with

living a life that doesn’t 

fulfill, enthuse, and delight

an infinitely higher

degree of worth

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OctPoWriMo Day 23: I Forget to Write a Poem

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Hello, and welcome to OctPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Three!

What’s OctPoWriMo, you ask? Well, it’s a whole month of poetic creation – 31 poems in 31 days. It’s the creative baby of Morgan Dragonwillow and Julie Jordan Scott.

This year, I intend to follow all the prompts, and get the joy of discovery…

I hope you’ll stop by, settle in, and find a little bit of magic here!

Today’s prompt is “Another chapter begins”. There is a list of phrase prompts:

  • Another chapter begins…

  • Turn the page….

  • And then there was….

  • I begin again….

  • And then there was….

  • Now it is time to write….

I had an idea. But then something happened.

I forgot to write a poem.

It’s not that I meant to forget. A few times, I remembered. While I was in the middle of plotting a scene. When I was in the middle of untangling a revision passage. Just as my daughter came in to tell me that her tadpole, who recently sprouted four functional legs, wasn’t in her tank (a plastic bin with no lid, which was fine for a legless tadpole…but not a froglet who just learned how to hop…

She thought her new little friend was gone forever, and was so happy when I found one frightened looking wee amphibian behind the tank. So there was a slightly hurried preparation of the frog habitat, and now PomPom the frog has a new, bigger, safer home…

And I was writing – getting my gestating novel outline ready for NaNoWriMo, rvising a short story I will be submitting this week, answering blog comments….

And forgetting, again and again, to write a poem – until I looked at the clock, and it was almost 9pm.

And I remembered…

And found that maybe I hadn’t forgotten, after all.

So here is my rather tongue-in-cheek poem for today…

Image credit: Julie Jordan Scott.

And I Forget to Write a Poem

Another chapter begins…

And I move through my novel outline,

And forget to write a poem

Because other words and images

Dance through my head

Plots and subplots

Complex conundrums

Setting up for the third act

And I forget to write a poem

Turn the page….

I move through my short story revision

And forget to write a poem

Piecing together a world

Of stooping hawks and child selves

Each word polished

Seeking gleaming truth

Beauty brought forth

From ugly memory

The climax nearing

And I forget to write a poem

And then there was….

The memory card

Filled with pictures

And I forget to write a poem

Nightmare Fairy and Chica

Leaves a frost painted

Blanket on chilling ground

Edit to bring out the

Magic in each one

A thousand words

To describe them

And I forget to write a poem

I begin again….

Blog comments like a leaf pile

And I forget to write a poem

Conversations long and deep

With friends a world away

New folks stop by and

Spread new joy

I engage

And I forget to write a poem

And then there are….

Son and daughter who love me

And I forget to write a poem

Hugs and chatting

The tadpole turned into a frog

Horses killed by a were- cat

“Can I help you with anything?

I feel helpful today”

Bigger now than yesterday

And I forget to write a poem

Now it is time to write….

Yes, time to write a poem

Of plotting and revising and

Editing and connecting

And marveling at

My babies grown big

Now is the time to write

And I find I’ve written a poem

You mean you don’t have a Nightmare Fairy at your house? It’s OK, I’ll share mine! =D

Who else remembered to OctPoWriMo today?

OctPoWriMo Day 22: Platitudes and Trust (and a Big Stretch)

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Hello, and welcome to OctPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Two!

What’s OctPoWriMo, you ask? Well, it’s a whole month of poetic creation – 31 poems in 31 days. It’s the creative baby of Morgan Dragonwillow and Julie Jordan Scott.

This year, I intend to follow all the prompts, and get the joy of discovery…

I hope you’ll stop by, settle in, and find a little bit of magic here!

Today’s prompt was especially challenging for me – to film myself reading one of my own poems.

Under the best of circumstances, I don’t enjoy having my picture taken, much less being recorded. It’s something I’ve striven to overcome, but it still sets the not-good-enough meter pinging up toward its top end…

But that’s the nature of a real challenge, right? To offer us an opportunity to stretch, to reach, to leave our comfort zone and peek out at the world around us…?

So, I asked my ten year old if she would like to do the honor of taping me – she’s got a passion for movie-making.

I thought this result is a little dark, but she says that it fits the mood of the piece, and I’m going to respect her artistic vision, as well as my own.

I’ll share the video at the end of the post; first, I want to get on with the new stuff…

There’s a list of prompts for those not wanting to share a recording, and, since I’d already planned to write a poem every day this month, I went ahead and selected a few of the words from the list to write a quick little bit of philosophy…

Platitudes and Truth

I can do anything I set my mind to…

Strong words, but not true, not really.

No matter how valiant my effort

Despite my desperate motivation

I can’t love my baby boy back to life

Or prevent my own eventual death.

When I think of…

The way we use words as platitudes

And pretend that they are truths

I think we cheat ourselves

Sell away our deeper power

For a moment of feeling encouraged.

I feel…

There are things we can’t prevent

Things we can’t make happen

Like love and life and death

The audacious spontaneous immutable

Facts that define all existence.

And now, on to today’s poetic comfort zone stretching…

And the transcript for this Day One poem:

Dream-chrysalis

I curl into

the comforting warmth

of my blankets

like a butterfly

in my cocoon.

Sleep is

my

chrysalis.

Dreams

my

transformation -

Images, tastes, textures,

memories, emotions

sights, sounds, scents -

Create the silken shelter

from which I emerge

changed and changing

and soar into

the new day.

Come read and watch other poets!

When the Nest Leaks: October 22, 2014 Update

 

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Ever have that feeling the roof is coming down on you?

Well, it wasn’t so much the roof as the ceiling. Or, more accurately, a single panel of the ridiculously ugly drop ceiling in our bedroom, which we’ve been meaning to get rid of for the nearly 13 years we’ve lived here.

It rained. The roof leaked, the panel slipped, landing right on my night table, where I usually set that first cup of coffee I enjoy in bed  each morning. Thanks to my middle-aged bladder, and my Accomplice’s dentist appointment (he usually brings me coffee as soon as I’m awake, because he rocks like that), neither I nor my coffee were there.

Still, it was a mess…and my Accomplice decided that yesterday was finally the day to ditch the drop ceiling.

So he removed, and sealed leaks, and added insulation -and now we have a higher, but unfinished, ceiling. The thing is, we’re not quite sure what to do next, so, for a bit, we’ll be looking at insulation above our heads..

It’s been a rather chaotic session, though, with the unplanned, half-day project. But a positive one – a long-postponed project moved forward, and not having access to the bedroom meant that I spent some quality time in my study, where I finally had my delayed first cuppa…I may make a habit of that, at least a few times a week. It was pleasant, and productive.

How about you? Has chaos or order prevailed, in your world?

My Magnetic Poem, “My Liquid Laugh”, created for OctPoWriMo….this was lots of fun!

I include only those goals I addressed during the session. I’ll assess my progress on all October goals at the end of the month, and my progress toward my 2014 goals at the end of the round.

October Focuses:

  • OctPoWriMo

  • Short Story Revisions for Submission

  • NaNoWriMo Plotting

Blogging:

Queue all November posts for Coffee and Conversation and WIPpet Wednesday features by October 31. On target.

  • C and C posts are in development through December! =D

  • WIPpet posts are in development through December 15! =D

  • Additionally, I have decided to use the SoCS prompts for November, and write NaNo excerpts for them. That will up my word count and help make my SoCS posts at the same time. Hooray for efficiency!

Blog all 31 OctPoWriMo poems. On target.

  • 21/31 posted. Into that final stretch! =D

Share each feature post to 3 diverse places. On target.

  • 2/3 places for Sunday and Monday posts. Will share each at least once more apiece.

Maintain blogging schedule; find a comment rhythm that supports a 2-3 day turnaround. On target.

Writing:

Finish plotting The Earth Doth Move (for NaNoWriMo 2014) by October 31. On target.

  • 29/60 scenes ready to go in  Scrivener. Almost halfway! =D

Complete OctPoWriMo Challenge; write 31 poems in October. On target.

  • 21/31 poems completed.

Editing:

Complete Deep Revision process for three short stories. On target.

  • Not sure I’ll get all three finished. “A Splash of Red” is taking shape.

Hometending:

Take time at least once a week to simply be in the space, as it is. Target attained!

  • I spent time writing, revising, and just being, daily.

File or delete Inbox email backlog; maintain at a manageable level. Target attained!

  • I do a little every time I check my email; larger sorting/deleting 2-3 times weekly for a complete purge.

Continue using calendar app to manage my time. Target attained!

  • Plotted out Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday blog features into December, with notes.

Read Smart Change. On target.

  • 20% complete.

My OctPoWriMo “found poem”, “My Favorite Music” – from a page of my flash fiction story, “A Splash of Red” currently in revision.

Lifetending:

Return to exploring the slips inside – in a playful, FUN way! On target.

  • I pulled a slip! I pulled a slip! Update to follow….

Fitness:

At least one workout at the Y each week. On target.

  • A truncated workout, as I’m still feeling tired from the tooth issue and not much sleep.

Recumbent bike: 8 miles in 30 minutes, using an interval program. On target.

  • A slower pedal: 6.79 miles in 30 minutes.

Nutrition:

Maintain existing nutrition goals (smoothies/salads and yogurt/nuts). On target.

  • 1/5 salads/smoothies – Fuji Apple Chicken Salad; 1 /2 nuts – pumpkin seeds.

Eat fresh vegetables other than salads (raw or cooked), and/or fresh fruits at least 3 times each week. On target.

  • 1/3 – apple.

Eat whole grains, in any form, at least 3 times each week. On target.

  • 2/3 – corn tacos, whole wheat roll.

Eat broth or vegetable-based soup at least once each week. Target attained!

  • Butternut Squash/Pumpkin Soup.

ROW80 Sponsor duties:

Visit my “team” twice weekly. Target attained!

Visit other ROWers as time and energy permit. Target attained!

Come ROW with us, or cheer us on from the shore!

 

My first OctPoWriMo poem, “Dream-Chrysalis”. Filmed by Annalise S.Burton, who says that the darkness suits the poem. I think i agree. =)

WIPpet Wednesday: “Keep Your Shirt On”:

 

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date. It is hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys!

I’m sharing a story from The IDIC Romance, my Story A Day May Challenge project. This is a Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction, exploring the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip.

This is the seventeenth installment of Story #4, “Tigress T’Pol” . The prompt was to write a story of exactly 2000 words. An additional guest prompt from Heidi Durrow invited us to explore passion in this story.

So, have you ever heard the one about the human and the Vulcan who got locked in a cell and played word games? No? Well, have I got a WIPpet for you! =D

Disclaimer: T’Pol, Trip, and all the rest of Star Trek are property of CBS/Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is October 22, 2014.
  • Slightly convoluted Tricky math: 22+11 (the ones from month and year) =33
  • And the last paragraph from last week, for context.

This story is an add-on scene for the pilot episode: “Broken Bow Part 1”. Ive done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon.

This snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, Intense Reaction. Trip and T’Pol play…word games?!?

 

Last week’s conclusion:

Yes.” T’Pol’s voice was sardonic, now, and she dropped her gaze off to the side the way she did when she was uncomfortable. “You seem to elicit certain – instinctive responses – within me.” She met my eyes, and hers looked troubled and open – I wanted to fall into them again, but then she shifted her focus back to the side, and her voice was barely a whisper. “I was unprepared for such an intense reaction. In future, I’ll – restrain myself.”

And now for today’s treat:

“Well, now, T’Pol – keep your shirt on -“

Her look was just about priceless. “I certainly will,” she said, after a few breaths.

“Really? So it’s only my clothes you want to get rid of, is it?” I grinned at her.

“I -” She broke off, looked to the side, then back at me. She was turning a lovely shade of light burnished green, a little like old copper. I decided to take pity on her, and put a hand lightly on her shoulder. She tensed up, but she still had a low-grade vibration – did that mean that she was still aroused, too, and trying to resist? Just to be sure, I lifted my hand – and damned if she didn’t stretch just a little taller, like she was reaching to maintain that contact…and, even if it made me the biggest fool on Rigel Ten, I put my hand back, and T’Pol made a soft sound, like a sleepy puppy – first she reminds you of Lizzie, and then a dog?! What the hell is going on in your brain, Tucker?

T’Pol looked up at me, not quite getting to my eyes. Even those beautiful pointed ears were blushing, and I could feel her trying to figure this out. Poor woman’s got no chance; not if logic’s all she’s got to do it with…because whatever this is, it sure as hell isn’t logical!

I couldn’t keep teasing her. Wasn’t even fair, when I was the one who started it. I smiled and gave her shoulder a friendly squeeze, trying to ignore the way she seemed almost to surge up into my touch like a cat would – now a cat?! I must be as confused as she looked.

“Relax, T’Pol- it’s just an expression, and it wasn’t fair to let you think I meant anything else by it – even if it does kinda fit the situation to a T. It means is that there’s no reason to rush into a decision. This – ” now I was the one who didn’t quite know what to say, especially when she finally met my eyes, her pupils reflecting me back to myself, wrapped up in things she felt, and I couldn’t decipher – not yet, anyway. But I sure as hell wanted to learn how to.

I gestured vaguely into the space between us with my free hand. “Well, whatever this is -this isn’t the best time or place to explore it – but once we get back to the ship, and the doc says you’re all right – “

Beneath my hand, her shoulder was vibrating a little faster, a little deeper. She didn’t say anything, but that quiver spoke plenty, and her eyes were large and glowing as her lips parted slightly, her breath emerging in a soft sigh.

“Damn, you’re gorgeous,” I whispered. Gorgeous, passionate, and driving me crazy without even seeming to be aware of it. Who knew a Vulcan – a Vulcan! - could be like this?

“Are you suggesting that we engage in sexual activity?” Gorgeous, passionate – and she sounded like a prudish clinician with a seductress’ voice.

Somehow, that just made her even sexier..

 

What’s Trip’s answer to that? And will T’Pol accept it, and continue to restrain herself?

You guessed it – you can watch the episode, or come back next week for another WIPpet snippet! But, because I like you, I’m giving you a pre-Halloween treat: a story I wrote for the SoCS meme, The Shape of My Heart”.

Spoiler alert: it happens several episodes after the pilot, so be warned!

Until next week, live long and prosper, y’all!

Here’s a special treat…the scene that is my model for the TnT interactions in these stories…I gotta give this round to  the logical lady in  (and out of) the hot blue silk…