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!

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…

 

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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