Sunday, March 24, 2013
I found my netbook last week, but since my sweetie-pies may have had a hand in it being misplaced (hidden), I took an unscheduled break last week to spend more time with them. I am taking them to go build very cold sandcastles at the beach this week for spring break. (It's like a deep south version of playing in the snow, right?) Thanks for stopping by and I will return comments and visits when I get back.
Friday, March 15, 2013
|Kellie Elmore's Free Write Friday|
Six Years Was Way Too Long
Once I dated a guy
who really did try by and by
to act like he owned me
and hide he was lonely
Until finally I was able to fly.
written 3/15/13 for Kellie Elmore's Free Write Friday
Rimmer, that "H"
isn't for hug. Mistake
that drive plate for fixed and your a
written 3/15/13 for 3WW
This week's words: Careful, Hug, Mistake
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Fooled me when
I wanted apple pie.
What I got was three point one four.
written 3/14/13 for dVerse Form For All
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
(the ride home)
Alright sweet boy,
let's get you in your seat.
No, in your seat.
There's a good boy.
I know, I know, Mommy's being mean.
Okay sweetie, your brother's in.
Let's get you in the truck.
Here, help me lift you out of the cart.
Now stand, okay, put your foot there-
no there, there! sweetie.
Now whose heinie is this in my face?
Let's get you in the truck. Watch your head!
Oh! I'm sorry sweetheart, are you okay? I'll kiss it.
There's a girl.
Okay , who wants juice boxes? Yay juice boxes!
Here you go sweetie. Here you go sweetheart.
Okay- the buggy is corralled.
Damn it's hot.
Let's start this up and turn on the AC.
Phew! That's better.
Y'all ready to go home and eat some lunch?
Did I turn off the tea?
Is the stove on?
Oh shit the stove's on!
Damn red light.
What if it's boiled down?
How long were we in the store?
Crap! TWO HOURS!
What if the house caught fire?
What if I have burned down the neighborhood?
I just bought all those Courage cartoons on iTunes!
Shit! the computer! Shit! The Dog!
Please dont' be on fire.
Aw come on! Another light?!
Please don't be on fire.
Sweetie, who taught you the diarrhea song?
My house is on fire and my little girl is singing about runny bowels.
When you're sliding into first and you feel a juicy burst...
Okay-good-i don't see any smoke.
Here's the neighborhood...still standing.
Here's our house.
No fire in sight.
Stay here kids, Mommy will be right back.
No smoke in the house, but the stove is on.
Now it's off, (big sigh).
Oh damn, I bet that tea is ruined.
submitted dVerse OLN 3/13/13
I was really excited about Claudia's post introducing the OLN, and I was just going to read and comment and not post. The pieces I have written lately have been in response to specific prompts and I didn't have any ideas for something to write for it. Then I started looking at older posts here and decided to repost this piece. It was one of the first pieces written for this blog, and I think it's funny. It hasn't really been read, though, and I thought I would use this opportunity to reintroduce it. (I was actually torn between this and Thank You.) It also has a second part, Groceries II. I think that this is pretty representational of my poetry, especially the more comedic things.
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
|Meal Beach, Burra Isles, Shetland by Robin Gosnall|
and depressed the
waves wash through me. The lie
"I'm okay" sparkles on my face
written 3/12/13 for The Mag 159
I've been practicing cinquains on Twitter and most of them are more statements than poems. I'm still working on whatever it is that separates poetry from pose*...what is that? My poetic voice? Maybe I'm a little too much in my head right now.
*okay, so a few hours later, i come back to reread this and see that i wrote "pose" instead of "prose". i thought about just editing it, but then wondered if it was a freudian slip, or is it that my "r" is not wanting to work?
Sunday, March 10, 2013
I think that a part of me
reserves the hardest challenges for myself,
so that I will fail.
These selfish, cruel sprees
are familiar to me
and make me want to put away more fearsome desires.
I use failure like a talisman
to distance me from more intimate
I am an outsider in my own body.
Painting myself in inadequacy.
Closing my window to a future.
both written 3/10/13 for The Sunday Whirl
more memes and wanted to try it. I am not happy with the outcome (although it is my first one.) Hence, my first poem. I think I need to go get my extra hour's sleep back.
written 3/9/13 for dVerse Poetics: Interactions (Click to visit dVerse)
Brian and Gretchen co-tended tonight and gave us some cool prompts, which I kind of took liberties with.
Brian's prompt was to get a list of words MadLib style and work them into a poem. My husband provided me with these words shark, man, swim, is, are, pretty, handsome, smart, food, music. I love MadLibs, and I love sharks, and I thought that I should retell Steven Spielberg's movie Jaws (although maybe let the shark win this time...I always root for the shark.)
Gretchen's prompt was to think about music that has inspired you and that moment when it first happened or listen to it again with a new mindset and see what happens.
Hopefully, y'all recognized Another One Bites the Dust (click for lyrics and a video. Lyrics and music written by John Deacon.)by Queen. My first memory of this song was when I was around 11 or 12 and my friend told me that if you played it backwards, you could hear them sing "I love to smoke marijuana." So, of course, I was never going to listen to Queen again. That's the nice thing about growing up...you can laugh at those silly childhood thoughts...never listen to Queen again? Let's try not needing oxygen first. Gretchen, this is what happens when you ask me to think about music that inspires me.
So you see what happened. I wrote a parody combining Jaws and Another One Bites the Dust. (Yes, Weird Al has had an unusually strong influence on me.)
I also have no musical ability whatsoever. I hope that one day Freddie will forgive me.
Saturday, March 9, 2013
|photo by TheFoxAndTheRaven|
The Mag 158
If I'm honest, Frank, no, Splash Mountain was not my dream spot for a proposal.
written 3/9/13 for The Mag 158 (check it out!)
I've been writing heavy stuff lately and then I see these wonderful prompts from Magpie Tales and it brings out the smartass in me. Can we pretend that I am writing a Monostitch and not just a cheesy caption?
Friday, March 8, 2013
or Psalms Fell on Alabama
My home is also the home of the first U.S. Mardi Gras.
My home is also the home of the last tree to grow Strange Fruit.
We have small, proud mountains.
We mine them.
We have beautiful rivers and bays.
We pollute them.
We wear a black belt of rich farmland
which we sell to corporations.
We are strong in our faith
but we use our bible belt to beat down .
It is the home of the Tuskegee Airmen.
It is the home of the Tuskegee Syphilis Study.
It is the birthplace of Coretta and Condoleezza; Harper and Helen; Rosa.
It is the resting place of of Michael and Billy Jack.
It had the meeting place of the United Klans of America,
until Mrs. Donald took them down for her son.
It is a land of beauty and richness.
It is a land of hate and poverty.
We fear Them because
we don't understand that there is only Us
I love my home state,
and it breaks my heart.
written: 3/8/13 for dVerse Oh the Places We Live prompt
Sweet Home Alabama Stars Fell on Alabama Strange Fruit Tuskegee Airman Tuskegee Syphilis Study Coretta Scott King Condoleezza Rice Helen Keller Harper Lee Rosa Parks Michael Donald Billy Jack Gaither Beulah Mae Donald
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
me. The brutal
virus gropes at her. Her
fevered vomiting transfers it
Naughty virus makes us
worship pale porcelain gods. I
written for 3WW using 3/6/13 and 2/27/13 prompts.
I missed last week's prompt so I worked it into this week's submission. The words for this week are brutal, grope, and transfer. The ones for last week were douse, naughty, pale. My sweeties have been sick this week and it is horrible and funny, and what is most on my mind.
|The Sunday Whirl-Wordle 98|
From That Moment On
She is gone. Her body has stopped, following her heart, which was carried away weeks ago in tiny hands. She has found peace and more, and some might call her blessed. There are people here, though, who miss her. Many of those who were forgetting her as she sat in her room, remember her now. They are all sad, and some are very angry. Some of these people need to forgive her and will never be able to. The life that was meant to be hers is now gone, as well as the life that was supposed to be his.
He stands at the graves, both still new and wonders. All of his thoughts are incomplete sentences swirling like dust in his mind. The most developed thought focuses on the size of the mounds of dirt in front of him. The unbalance...He imagines that he hears wings...He is guided away by well-meaning hands, never hearing the words of comfort offered. As he rides home to the casseroles and hams and roasts and salads and cakes and pies he stares at the sky and wonders what is that color blue called? Has he ever seen that color before? He has captured a moment that he can think about later when he starts to feel again, and he is already beginning to survive. As the moments move to days, and weeks, and months and years, he sometimes feel that he has more than he deserves. He misses her and their baby, but he can think of them and, in that instant, feel happy that they were his. Then he feels a slap of guilt that he was not able to save them. In the end, he is just a human being. What he couldn't give his wife, he is able to give himself, and he lives a good life.
So, here I am, writing this ending. This has been the hardest segment to write, and sitting on top of these three paragraphs are earlier versions that I am going to delete. I was not able to snare the happy ending that I wanted for her, but I think I did her justice. From the first written line, I was worried that I would end here. I have followed the story rather than exerting my will over it. And the bitch of it all is that I *gasp* like this version better.
written 3/6/13 for The Sunday Whirl Wordle 98 (click the link to see other submissions)
I'm tired, so not much of a write up here. The other parts of this story (in order) are
One Moment in One Day
At Some Point Later
The Final Moment
You can click on the titles to read those posts.
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Hope y'all are having a great day!