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!

OctPoWriMo Day 19: April 13, 1995: For Tim, Whom I Love Still

 

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Hello, and welcome to OctPoWriMo, Day Nineteen!

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’.

This is one of those themes that instantly triggered a memory, and I knew the subject of my poem. I resisted writing it for a while, though…

For over seventeen mostly wonderful years, I’ve been married to my Accomplice in Mischief…but, before that, I was engaged to Tim, who had cystic fibrosis, and died 11 months and 6 days into our lives together…

My Molasses T, this one’s for you, with my heart and soul. <3

April 13, 1995: For Tim, Whom I Love Still

Rain

Beating

Glass window

Above around

Oppressive wild force

Choking away breath

Pelting me hard with truth

Thin blanket and a couch bed

Strange sterile non-silence all around

The hospital that had become home

Now an alien prison to trap us

In separate cells far too far away

I know what I cannot yet accept

Sheltered away from each new clue

Now the rain beats with cruel truth

How your lungs are drowning

My love can’t save you

From genetics

The rain beats

With my

Fears

Showers and storms of poetry here!

The first song I heard after Tim died…he loved Kansas.

A Nestful of Lovely Chaos: October 19, 2014 Update

 

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Hi there! How are you feeling today? I’m largely recovered from my abscessed tooth, and the offending tooth’s days are numbered.

It feels good to feel good. I’m still on the low-energy side of things, so fitness goals were largely unmet. Nutrition was a little iffy, too- I was still a little leery about eating anything hard, until yesterday.

But that’s OK. I’m better, and resuming more and more of my typical activities each day…

And I spent time with my poetry, blogging, and plotting – I even got back into my flash fiction revisions, and read a good book…I finally got caught up on comments, and I visited a great many blogs, making new friends and reconnecting with older ones.

I rested and recharged, and I’m feeling almost back to my baseline, now…

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 Planning

Blogging:

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

  • First tiny little steps taken…I have an action plan. I’m drafting one post each day, until I have all I need for this goal –I’ll work on revising and presentation in stages.

Blog all 31 OctPoWriMo poems. On target.

  • 18/31 posted.

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

  • At least, I think so…it was kind of an off week…

Maintain blogging schedule; find a comment rhythm that supports a 2-3 day turnaround.On target – more or less…

  • This is a matter of semantics. I didn’t manage my scheduled Coffee and Conversation post, due to an emergency dental appointment. However, on Tuesday I posted a bonus cover reveal, so I did do my regular number of posts for the week.

  • Answered a LOT of comments (sorry if you got one of the many typos I didn’t spot until it was too late – the high volume upped the odds of rebellious fingers!); visited a LOT of blogs. And, guess what?! Turnaround time is less than a day, at the moment! Now to find the rhythm that lets me keep it that way, or close, even through NaNo

Aurtumnal Puddle Jumper!

 

Writing:

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

  • G/M/C/D: 60/60 Scenes completed. =)

  • Scene Summaries/Cheat Sheets/ Scrivener scene setup: 21/60 scenes ready to be written!

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

  • 18/31 completed.

Editing:

Complete Deep Revision process for three short stories. On target, at last.

  • Story 1/3 at step 4/5.

Hometending:

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

  • Using the hoosier cabinet top for the current revision step – see photos.

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

  • Yes. I only need to remember to check a few times a week, and I’ll be golden! It just occurred to me that I can schedule times on my calender app…

Continue using calendar app to manage my time. On target.

  • Sporadically – it’s been an odd week, so I mostly went with the flow…

Lifetending:

Read at least one of the TBR books on the bookcase by my bed. Target attained!

Stay current with my two FutureLearn courses; Shakespeare and His World and Exploring Play. Well…

  • I’ve made progress in both; it was the week to catch up on comments, and not courses…this week will be better.

Continue to meet and make plans with friends. On target.

  • Confirmed our travel plans for the end of the month.

Fitness:

At least one strenuous home/yardtending activity each week. Target attained!

  • Doing any was strenuous, this week, and I did some several days!

Dance, swim, or play physically with kids at least once each week. Target attained!

  • Annalise and I spent half an hour together in the backyard leaves, raking and playing and chatting.

Nutrition:

Maintain existing nutrition goals (smoothies/salads and yogurt/nuts). Not so much…

  • Smoothies/salads; 3/5 (2 smoothies;1 salad).

  • Yogurt: 2/2; 1 /2 nuts.

  • Tooth pain and a shift in my regular routine slowed me down here.

Eat fresh vegetables other than salads (raw or cooked), and/or fresh fruits at least 3 times each week. Not so much…

  • 1/3. I ate an apple.

Eat whole grains, in any form, at least 3 times each week. Not so much…

  • 1/3. Corn tacos.

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

  • Jim brought home butternut and acorn squash soups – I especially enjoyed the acorn.

ROW80 Sponsor duties:

Visit my “team” twice weekly. Target attained!

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

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OctPoWriMo Day 18: My Favorite Music

Hello, and welcome to OctPoWriMo, Day Eighteen!

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 create black out or found poetry, by choosing words (or, in my case, phrases), from an existing piece of writing, blacking out the rest…

This prompt ties in perfectly with a Deep Revision exercise I’m using with my flash fiction story, “A Splash of Red”. So I decided to use a page from this story…

And this is what I came up with…it’s not perfect; and I’ll want to noodle with it some more, at another time. But I like the juxtaposition of the speaker whose eyes are sun and shadow, and the menace of the hawk. It’s got good poems, this little wordplay, and it’s give me a deeper perspective on the story it was born from, too.

My Favorite Music…

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SoCS : “Shape of My Heart”

 

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: shape.

I thought immediately of this song, so I looked up the video, and then the story was born..

Shape of My Heart…

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!

Trip Tucker heard the music before the hatch had slipped open enough to poke his head through – sweet, swelling notes, bouncing of the tubelike walls of Travis’s Sweet Spot. He thought of closing the hatch, but whoever was up there had to have seen it moving, and he figured it would be pretty rude to leave without announcing himself…

T’Pol was sitting, cross-legged and straight-backed, upside-down on the ceiling, watching him.

He wasn’t sure who he’d expected – but he knew it wasn’t her. He wasn’t sure where he stood with her, really – he was the only one on the ship who knew how close they’d come to losing her a few days ago – but he only knew because he’d poked his nose into her personal affairs…affairs, arranged marriage…

As if trying to figure out how to deal with the gorgeous Vulcan wasn’t hard enough without all that.

She was still watching him. Waiting. Why the hell did she always remind him of a hunting cat when she did that? “Want company?” he asked, not sure if she could hear him over the music.

As though reading his mind – good Lord, she couldn’t, could she? – T’Pol touched the datapad she held and the music cut off mid-note in a way that made him cringe a little. He never liked to turn off a song or a movie in the middle. “Please join me, if you wish.”

The ball’s in my court, then…Trip’s heart gave a ridiculous little throb as it sped up at the thought of sharing this small space with her- and he pushed off into the null-grav tube and aimed himself at the space next to her. Once he was settled, he looked at the pad she held. “You didn’t have to turn it off. What’re you listening to? It sounds familiar.”

“It is a selection from your gift,” she answered. “According to your notes, the performer is named simply Sting, and the song, although titled “Shape of My Heart”, seems to have nothing to do with anatomy, but rather with art, games, meditation, and mathematics.” She got that adorable little wrinkle in her forehead that said she was trying to work her way around to the real point.

“I think I remember that one – but I haven’t heard it in a long time. Mind starting over, so I can catch up?” Trip smiled at her, and a whiff of her citrus-and-sandalwood perfume hit him full force, reminding him of that damned Suliban cell and the way she’d been – would he ever get the chance to see where that could lead?

T’Pol said nothing, only touched the screen, which came back to life. Now that he heard the first few notes, he knew the song, and the video – he’d really liked this one in his early twenties- so he watched T’Pol watch the screen. She remained perfectly still and straight, but she got that look in her eyes again, and her face opened up, quick flashes of tiny muscle movements saying that she was feeling something intense, something she’d said she only felt with human music.

The song unfurled to a sweet ending – and then Sting snorted and laughed, the drummer lobbed off some random notes, and everyone guffawed.

“Why did they laugh? Is the song intended to be humorous?”

“I don’t know why – but it’s not a funny song. Maybe they just needed to vent a little after they played. Maybe they were laughing at a joke someone told that morning. “

“Human emotional responses are often erratic and ambiguous. I don’t understand them.”

“Wanna know a secret? Most of the time, neither do we. But maybe it would be better to explore what you feel when you listen.”

“He speaks of geometry, meditation, and probable outcomes. These are quantifiable terms, and suggest a logical mind and a level of self-awareness. And yet he speaks of luck and chance and the shape of his heart, as though those things are also logical and quantifiable. I feel that I’m intended to understand the message to be conveyed, but I don’t.” She regarded him with those almond shaped hazel eyes, and Trip knew she was looking for answers she could define – and that she expected him to provide them.

“Humans don’t necessarily make music to pass along a message, T’Pol – or at least, not like that. He might have been sharing a daydream, or telling a story, or just trying to evoke a mood. A lot of Sting’s music is like poetry – mood, imagery, deep thought, symbolism. I think he meant for everyone to take from it whatever they did – he was offering something from inside of him.”

“The ‘shape of his heart?’ ” T’Pol said, in that husky way she had when she was unsure of herself.

“I guess so.”

“Then – the ‘shape of my heart’ is what is contained within me -beneath logic and language?” Her scent was getting stronger, and her pupils were huge and dark, and Trip swallowed as she lifted paired fingers that quivered the tiniest bit- damn…

He could only watch as her fingers came for his; he knew what was coming, and he wanted it, was terrified of it…

And still, he lifted his fingers to meet hers, and, as her other hand began the song again, he felt the touch, and they melted together into a sharing that was reshaping his human heart to better suit hers…

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OctPoWriMo Day 17: My Liquid Laugh

 

Hello, and welcome to OctPoWriMo, Day Seventeen!

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 Magnetic Poetry. We have kits, but I decided to play online…

I chose the Poet’s Kit, and, when I started, I had no idea what direction the poem would take, or even if I could find a poem with someone else’s word choices rather than my own…

But the two words leapt from the screen and set fire to my imagination:

Liquid Laugh

These two words gave me a rich sensory image -and a subject for my poem. I spent the next while- I was having too much fun to note the time! – shifting and choosing and playing, creating and recreating…

And this is what I came up with…

My Liquid Laugh

No, I’m not going to reveal who or what this poem is about. I’m curious to see if anyone can guess, or knows, based on the poem alone…

If you want to guess, drop a comment in the box. It’ll be interesting to see what images this poem evokes for others!

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