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

Find more OctPoWriMo magic!

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. =)

OctPoWriMo Day 21: Panera Poem

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

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 to write a poem using the theme ‘I was here‘. There were several ideas for prompts; I used the word list, beginning each line with successive words, and adapting when needed. At the end of the list, I came back to the present and completed the poem.

Words for Inspiration

  • Hand

  • Foot

  • Sand

  • Impression

  • Memory

  • Beach

  • Ocean

  • Fingers

I started a different poem; but it wasn’t flowing- this one was written in less than 15 minutes, while I ate my dinner at Panera, my regular post-workout indulgence. I’ll save the other beginning to play with another time.

This one is a memory, from early in our marriage. My husband and I were camping at Honeyman State Park near Florence, Oregon. After exploring the dunes and the beach, we found a secluded place in the woods, where we could hear and smell the ocean, and where hummingbirds flitted above, and we made love…it’s a simple and magical memory, more warming than butternut squash soup on a chilly, damp fall night.

It makes me think of the secret memory-treasures we all hold within us…

Mayflower II masts and rigging, Plynouth, MA July 2010.

Panera Poem

Hand in eager hand, we stroll

Feet on the way to “X marks the spot”

Sand grit-squishing up between bare toes

Impressions on the capricious shore, in

Memory’s treasure chest locked

Beach hidden by dunes as we make love to

Ocean’s love songs and hummingbirds’ dance

Fingers and bodies echoing in slower tempo

I sit alone at Panera, autumn’s chill early dark

Outside the window, oldies playing

Waves of conversation, gull-cries of laughter

With my apple salad, pumpkin spice latte

Wheat roll and butternut squash soup

Secret oceans and you moving in my soul  

I’m not the only one here!

OctPoWriMo Day 20: Wait With Life

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Hello, and welcome to OctPoWriMo, Day Twenty!

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 to write a poem using the theme ‘Rain’. The poetry type was “Blitz”. There was a word list; I used a few, even though  I didn’t really look until after I finished.

I’d never heard of Blitz, and when I first read the description, I was intimidated. Here’s what Shadow Poetry had to say about it…

  • This form of poetry is a stream of short phrases and images with repetition and rapid flow.

  • Begin with one short phrase, it can be a cliché. Begin the next line with another phrase that begins with the same first word as line 1. The first 48 lines should be short, but at least two words.

  • The third and fourth lines are phrases that begin with the last word of the 2nd phrase, the 5th and 6th lines begin with the last word of the 4th line, and so on, continuing, with each subsequent pair beginning with the last word of the line above them, which establishes a pattern of repetition.

  • Continue for 48 total lines with this pattern, And then the last two lines repeat the last word of line 48, then the last word of line 47.

  • The title must be only three words, with some sort of preposition or conjunction joining the first word from the third line to the first word from the 47th line, in that order.

  • There should be no punctuation. When reading a BLITZ, it is read very quickly, pausing only to breathe.

I almost didn’t try; my brain was twisted and tangled with these instructions. But, once I got going, using pre-numbered lines to avoid confusion, the poem flowed fairly quickly. Here’s what I came up with.

Wait With Life

Hurry up let’s go

Hurry up and wait

Wait a minute

Wait an hour

Hour after hour

Hours piling into days

Days spent running

Days wasted in rushing

Rushing through rooms

Rushing past life

Life given up

Life of driving

Driving further

Driving faster

Faster faster faster

Faster than breath

Breath in stabbing gasps

Breath never enough

Enough is enough

Enough time

Time enough to breathe

Time enough to be

Be where we are

Be alive right now

Now all there is

Now all we have

Have a seat

Have a cold drink

Drink in life

Drink and savor

Savor each breath

Savor every moment

Moment into moment

Moment melting in a sigh

Sigh and stretch

Sigh and relax

Relax and be

Relax into living

Living and loving

Living and laughing

Laughing at the rush

Laughing at a joke

Joke of false hurry

Joke of cheating death

Death comes for us all

Death to end life

Life too precious to rush

Life meant to be cherished

Cherished

Rush

Take Your Time…the other posts are here!