I am struggling with the prompts for today so I don’t know if I will be posting my poems today …
The prompts for the pad challenge are here.
Category: inspiration
National poetry month Emily Dickinson
Remember that I said that I would be posting my favorite poems this month? The first few days will be from Emily Dickinson. I have always loved her verse. She spoke to my heart as a teen, and nostalgia keeps her as one of my favorite poets. 💜
Friday prompts
Today I am doing poetry prompts.
1) weapons
2) Injuries
3) ladybugs
4) hair
5)wealth
6) scams
7) pets
8) shoes
9) memories
10) sewing
Comment your poetry or email to Iampublishd@gmail.com to be featured on my Monday poetry. I look forward to seeing what you come up with.
Thankful Thursday
Tomorrow will be absence from me, and I will explain. My mother and two of her sisters are coming Saturday to visit me. I have been sick, so my house needs attention. I feel crappy still, but I have to get it to where I won’t be as embarrassed. I have not gotten to see my aunts since I was a teen, and it has been a couple of years since I saw my mom. So I am fairly certain that they are not coming to see my house. Still, I can do that last minute sweep and straighten.
I debated, with all that I have going on today about just sliding into next week. I really considered it. I decided that I would be letting everyone down with out at least explaining.
I think that I am thankful for all that the blogging and writing have brought me in my life. And I am always thankful for family. So I leave you today with a question. What are you thankful for?
Tell me a story
Today I think I want you to tell me a story. So I know how hard that is so I will ask questions to help. Hey, consider it a birthday present.next wednesday is my big day.
1.) Who is the story about? This is the most important part. Without a who, the story really will fall flat.
2.) What is the story about? Here is the reason, the details of it.
3.) When does the story take place?
These are three questions that every writer asks themselves with every story. Plot issues can be fixed in editing…but without these three answers the story doesn’t happen.
Submit your story. Email it to patti.mouse@gmail.com. I will feature the best one here on a future blog post. Also…you want to be a featured poet…email me with an example of your work to be considered.
Temporary Temporals
How fleeting life can be. A string of moments, all connected with something called a lifespan. I recently got news about a friend who is fighting cancer. It hit harder than I ever could have expected any news to hit. She is younger than me. And it feels damned unfair. Now mind you, as usual, she has it under control. She has always had it under control.
It seems like it is easy to react from outside of a situation with righteous indignation, and fear. Those two emotions cause us to fail to see the weight we put on the one inside with each question. Sometimes, it would be kinder to just be an ear.
It’s hard to be just an ear when we want to scream frustration. It will pass but what damage do you do to those around you as you fight to calm yourself down?
That is the stage I am in. I am fighting to remind myself that this too shall pass. It is not about me, and I have to learn how to be there for her. I have to not let my own fears come between me and supporting her. It is Damned Unfair, but life is not about what is fair. It is about learning, loving, and creating. So I wish for all of you…
May you love deeply,
May you learn happily,
And may you always
be able to create beauty!
Friday poetry prompts
1.) Write a Haiku about a shoe.
2.) Use two of these words in one poem:
Religion, Angel, Dust, sanity, sin, knife, bleed
3.) Freestyle prompts
Dreary, educate, joy, spark, flame, ball, coffee, book, vape, cloud
Send me your poetry here! For a chance to be featured on my Monday poetry.
What the Wednesday?!
Found all of these on Facebook and decided that instead of wordless Wednesday I would share my humor with y’all. Mind that none of these are mine.
Ciúnas
Words have power… Sometimes more than we realize. Take the title of this post for an example. It is a Gaelic word for silence. Yet, when spoken silence is broken.
Too many times we speak with no regard for those who hear. We react to our own version of things. It is a flaw in how human beings are made. We are tender underneath. We react when we are in pain, and we are not always nice. I, myself, have been guilty of this. If I were honest, the only regrets I have in life were just that. Speaking from a place of my own pain, without consideration for who I may have hurt in the process.
This quote has been popping up in my life a lot lately. Though I don’t know who said it. It has made me think. Yes, I am crazy. The muddled mind of a half mad poet and all…. But I don’t try to be cruel. I make mistakes. I apologize. But I also try to learn. I am trying to practice ciunas. The silence. The pause.
Some days I need to practice it so I don’t hurt me. Your inner voice is just as easily able to harm as your outer voice can. Only there it just adds to the bleeding. I think that is the hard part… Silencing that damn inner voice.
I struggle with mine. I know that my friends see me as better than I see myself. I asked for a gift for my birthday this year. It will be in two weeks on the thirteenth. I asked for my friends and family to tell me what they liked about me and what irked them. I got five comments. One was a joke (I think, with the guy in question it may have been serious) about more “nekkid pics.” Two couldn’t think of an irksome quality. The other two… Well both of them said the only thing that irked them about me was my self doubt. Self doubt is one of any artist’s sharpest blades.
I think that I am going to try to pack mine in the back of the drawer. It is time to be the artist who I was meant to be. I will today tell the inner voice “Ciúnas! ” and I suggest that you do the same.
Poetry
Following poetry prompts on tumblr and I ran across a prompt… A visit to a grave. This resulted.
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