I did say that I was going to write something in lieu of the poem with my inktober offering. This is what I wrote. See you tomorrow with my day six inktober.
Category: inspiration
Inktober day two
The prompt for today is Tranquility.
©2018 Patricia Harris
As the breeze blowing
Rocks my hammock,
I see that moment
Of tranquility,
Nothing to weigh me
Except my own mind.
Hiding in recess of this
Fantasy,
Looking at this imaginary tree.
Knowing that this island
Is far from reality,
Still for this moment
I relax into the much needed
Tranquility.
Inktober #1
Prompt : Poisonous
I started with the mushrooms,
Ground finely don’t you see.
Then I gathered leaves
From the poisonous tree.
I picked it clean,
With no thought at all,
To what that would mean.
I mixed them all up
Adding belladonna seeds,
With just enough water
To make it liquid to suit the needs.
So in my pocket is the vial,
Hand mixed by me,
Made up of mushrooms and
The poisonous tree.
What will I do?
With the vial you ask,
I will hold it safe
Until the goodbye last.
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My thoughts, and other imaginary things
Fighting the mental gremlins mean that even though I feel inadequate, I keep going. For me this often means writing, even if I feel like it is not something anyone wants to read. I have been sharing my poetry more lately on my Instagram. My reason? I am getting the reactions there. It makes me feel like I am pimping out my soul to ask for reactions, but I end up using the positive feedback to boost myself in the fight against the voice in the back of my head… You know that voice… The one that tells me how awful I am, how awful my writing and art is.
I have been avoiding any posting of opinions lately, mostly because I have been feeling less than qualified to have opinions. Much less speak them. What that means is that I have been hiding behind my poetry a lot more lately. I finished and published Music For The Soul. I am about thirty poems into the next volume (Poetry Kisses). I am also looking into helping to promote other authors through my blog. (Which would give me more to post here as well as help with promoting my fellow writers.)
See, I firmly believe that as a writer, I should be helping other writers. I am not in competition with anyone, and the world can only benefit from others who are writing. Lately, I have been seeing controversy over trademarks in the writing world (specifically the romance genre…) I watched horrified that it was even a consideration. How is a single word causing so much trouble.
So I have been watching that and keeping my opinions to myself.
I will be trying to post more information as I receive it about the promoting.
Splitting hairs
Ok. So I think that I have separated pattimouse from my other stuff . I will continue to discuss my poetry and kid’s stuff here. I will continue with the posts about life and spiritual things (including tarot readings) here . However anything related to Serena or the publishing I have been setting up to do, or the crafting I do, will be oon my other blog. Serenitystudioscraftingandpublishinggroup.wordpress.com
Please don’t hesitate to follow, as I will be updating both frequently . I think that this will result in better posts .
Poetic rambling
It’s national poetry month… Which means that there is several places doing prompts and a great many poets are doing P. A. D. Challenges. Now, for my non poet readers, that stands for Poem A Day. I am however a bit of an overachiever. I am striving for three poems a day in April. So far I am ahead of the curve. Three yesterday and four today… But it is exhausting, so I may not be able to keep it up through the month. We will see. I will be posting at least one poem per week – some new, some already published. So keep an eye here for that.
Serena’s Rust, gore, and the junkyard zombie is already back in my editor’s hands. Pre-order is still available on Amazon. It’s going to be releasing May first.
April is going to be an exciting month… Keep watching to see.
By any other name
Ok… I am in my fourties. It means that many of my friends are now grandparents, myself included. I have a wonderful little grandson and another on the way.
As a writer I understand the power of words, and also of names… But I never expected that I would be one who would panic over what my grandchildren called me. I think I didn’t even think that I would be able to be in their lives enough to be called anything. So when my son asked me what I wanted his children to call me… Well I will admit… I panicked. My own grandma’s were Grandma, but I went with Momo, after my paternal great grandmother. It took more thought than I expected it to. And I am seeing many of my friends going with Gigi. Makes me wonder why. What the history behind their choice is.
I also find myself wondering why there is so many names for the same familiar connections. Not only for grandmother, but for mother, father, and grandfather too… I understand that many are from different languages and different cultures… But I wonder about the different ones in just English.
It’s one of those weird curiosities… So for those who are grandparents… What does your babies call you?
