The last few weeks have had me considering the idea of closing my site down.
Wondering if maybe its time to move on and away from poetry.
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Safe
Following you, closing in on land
Lipping across azure’s cusp
Wildly proving strength
Sating, deprivation
Upon my fair skin
Freckles glisten
Keeping me
Covered
Safe
I Don’t Need You
Security,
I’m envious,
of the breathing,
you do effortlessly,
right in front of me.
Day in and day out,
I recall,
humming and sweet contentment,
out of you, which I now loathe, completely.
Stop knocking at my door,
taunting me and then,
running away.
Next Time
Simple poetry,
My prayer, floating free,
Shall work harder,
And stand well enough,
In hopes,
To receive you,
Next time…
A huge thank you to my blogging loyals today, yesterday and tomorrow. Y’all truly make my day with your consistent support. I couldn’t write poetry without you. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!
I appreciate your understanding, if you haven’t seen me around your blog. Life has been a bit out of sorts. Look for me soon. I love y’all!
Dusk, My Love
Dusk, My Love,
This moment always comes,
Now evident, you will incessantly fall,
like liquid sunshine from a weeping leaf.
Dripping
Once
Twice
Continuously
With a somber face, I witness the ease,
Of you slipping out of my embrace,
And devotedly rising into hers,
Most eminently.
Work Place Blog Hop
I’ve been asked to participate in a work place blog hop by our friend, John W. Howell. I know many of you already know him and find as much delight in his creative ways as I do. Have you purchased Johnny’s novel My GRL yet? You should, if you’re a crime fiction fan of any sort. He’s on my TBR list, but I fear he’s beginning to question the truth behind that admission. I adore his short stories and weekly haiku, as well. He has the best sense of humor and often brightens my day so stop by and say hi, if you can. This hop was created to showcase a writer’s writing space. You can read his post here.
Please excuse the photos, I couldn’t be bothered waiting for the sun to go down. I don’t want to keep John waiting any longer. I’ve missed out on a lot being gone a few days. Thanks for asking me to add my space and for being patient with me, John.
Welcome to my work space:
Work Place when somewhat tidy.
My desk is found in the corner of two white walls, as white calms my thoughts. Everywhere else, I have loads of color, believe it or not. Do you see my gorgeous brown Gnome with red sunglasses and orange cone hat? He’s been through a lot, but still keeps me company. I’m pretty sure he used to play a lot of jazz. Bass, hopefully. My Kansas State University mug reminds me that I once partied, a lot. A mirror to remind me that I’m not perfect. For me, headphones are a must, as some of you already know. This apple computer station keeps my music running, internet feeding and allows for a large screen on days when I need to properly watch a blog video, like Duke’s weekly Ripping Movie Reviews.
Maxine and Dotzie
This is the corner behind the desk. When I can, I love to keep the blinds and windows open for clean air and light, but it didn’t work when I tried to take a picture earlier. Apparently, there’s too much light to be had during the afternoon at this angle. Anyway, this is the growing station for two of my most beloved plants. The bigger lily is named Dotzie and the smaller one, Maxine. Dotzie is ten years old. Maxine is twenty-two years old. They were both given in condolence when grandmothers passed away. I keep them close, and only speak to them when I’m cleaning their leaves. They don’t mind being named after dead grandmothers. Both have been near death a few times, but somehow keep coming back. I was given Maxine at an age when nothing should have stayed alive in my care. Somehow, we both survived high school and then college.
Staged messy desk… 😉
This is how my space looks most of the time. Well, when I have an opportunity to take over the space and stay awhile, that is. My phone, laptop, and Apple computer are all plugged in and being used in some fashion while in writing heaven. Okay, so a few more papers are generally being tossed around, but I tried to tidy up a bit.
Sitting behind the wheel searching my mind for the perfect word.
In all honesty, when I’m posting a poem, this is what I’m looking at, if my poem is written in the morning. I have some time to listen to music while driving to work, then I take a moment to clear my thoughts before starting my day, which then produces a poem. Staring at this steering wheel might be a source of inspiration, but my guess is that the car’s seat holds me just right. Nothing better than being held just right, you know.
Work Place most days…
During the school year I become super busy and miss a lot of opportunities to write at a normal desk. I’m often running from place to place, and usually arrive early, which allows for some typing on my Samsung Note while waiting in the car. I do my best to get my writing in every day, even if that means sitting in my car in a parking lot. Teachers wear many hats.
It’s a perfect day when I can write outside and enjoy a finishing view like this one.
My evening view and sunset spot.
Now for my, as John says, Tagees:
Morgan (Who, I know is currently on leave, but couldn’t leave her out ♡♡ Keeping she and her family in prayer.)
Dragon’s Loyalty Award: I’ve Been Lifted Up
I have to accept the award given to me twice yesterday. The Dragon’s Loyalty Award has become one of my favorites, so the chance to blog about it again is so very welcomed. I’m thrilled to be acknowledged by two humorists or humourists. They’re brilliant at pulling out a chuckle or smirk. I was offered a new button for this award, but there’s something about this one that I like, so I’m keeping it. I’ve offered the other two options below, but first let’s get to the two bloggers responsible for making my day brighter yesterday.
Call To The Post; But, Oh Look, a Squirrel
It’s finally quiet and I can write in peace for the Daily Prompt: A Bend in Time.
The hum of the television is on in the background. Thankfully, it’s just the right amount of noise to persuade me to tune out the world and gather my thoughts.
I hear Robin William’s voice in the air as the house catches his premier episode.
Side Note:
Is he still funny? I’m torn. There are moments, while listening to his voice, that remind me of the days when he was spot on in his delivery. Now, I’m thinking it’s mostly forced and I’m not really into it.
Okay, bye.
Thanks for trying. (as the door slams OR the mouse clicks the X) Sorry, Robin. RV is still a family favorite.
For those of you who can’t agree with me, but can’t count my opinion out either, I thank you. Thank you for allowing me a little more time to convince you to continue reading.
I promise there must be something in this rambling brain of mine that wants to be heard. I know this because it’s been a few days since my fingers felt like race horses. Yeah, lately I’ve been housing ten little race horses that love to get out and run.
Literally, since this afternoon, I’ve sat down at the computer atleast six times. I’ve giggled at a lot I came across on WordPress, enjoyed some very thoughtful posts or pictures, and sat in awe while listening to a particularly smart story.
Anyway, I’d sit here at my desk and allow my fingers to start rubbing the keys. Then they’d bounce with the featheriest of clicks. I hadn’t actually given the green light to allow enough pressure to make the letters appear on the screen, but I could feel it coming. Can you picture it? My fingers just lightly diddling along waiting to be told it was time.
My ears waiting for the, Ding!
Do you have that visual of the little black horse, too?
You know the one. He’s the horse a few of us love to bet on when we’re attending the Kentucky Derby for the first time.
Or maybe that was just me.
Horse racing event (Photo credit: tpower1978)
He’s the long shot horse that seems to shine as bright as the sun, he has muscles that twitch with excitement as he hears the familiar crowd around him. He’s the animal no one will see coming or sadly he’d been counted out long before race day. Quietly, he’s proven that he’s up for the challenge and worthy of attention.
He’s ready to do his job, he’s ready to race.
I can actually see him trying to climb over the gate. That little swinging door, which is the only piece of material that holds him back from running, from charging forward, with all his might, eagerly approaching the goal they, the horse and his people, had been working towards. The gate holds him back, he snarls with frustration and something narley comes out of his nostrils after hearing, from behind him, that he’ll need to wait a bit longer….
Yeah, that was me. Each time I sat down to write my thoughts something else came up and I’d have to wait.
All of it was valuable, I don’t want to complain in the least, but truthfully they were all distractions. Work, my husband, children, friends, creative blog posts, jaw dropping videos spewing creativity filled with arrangements which further my interests, they all got in the way, yet I welcomed them.
Great distractions, I can’t stress that enough.
Nevertheless, when Friday gets here I’m just itching to get to the screen for some extra uninterrupted writing. Possibly, some coffee shop journaling should be done and mostly a lot of expected research about how I could/would/should improve my abilities is required.
Now that’s a list in itself, so I try not to get too worked up about how far behind I am or when waiting is the only option. Heaven help me if speculations find their way into my thoughts. Thoughts of how elementary my musings seemingly are compared to other seasoned writers.
We all go there once and a while and just thinking about some of it makes my skin crawl. I have to fight off my feelings of throwing in the towel.
I mean, seriously!
Okay, one more Side Note: (pause for my, the crazy lady’s, rant)
How is it that I’ve known this woman for, Oh, I don’t know… how long???… and I’m just NOW learning that she’s an inspiring local writer and someone I could have been talking to all along! Okay, I’m seriously crawling out of my skin about this discovery.
Honestly, we all know from past posts, I’d never actually talk reasonably or rationally about my dreams with her, but wow, I’m stunned, silenced and, actually, I have a bit of a crush on her now. She’s doing what I want to do and she does it effortlessly well.
See this is the reason why she’s multi-talented and I’m just here trying to find someone who wants to read this post. It all really just makes so much more sense now. She walks around in our circle of friends just radiating loveliness, peace, grace and normalcy, which is why I always react to her fondly. However, I should have also listened to myself when I wondered about what she did for a living, all the while blocking it out, because the right thing to do was to wait for her to mention it.
Anyway….blah blah blah…she’s the real deal. Love her.
I’m a hot mess. I can’t even find time to edit work a bit more thought-provoking for you tonight.
Y’all are stuck with this mess. Thanks for seeing this post through til the end. Now I just wanna go back to reading about someone else’s awesomeness.
My ten race horses apparently only needed to prance around a bit and then requested we head back to the stables for bed.
Tomorrow’s breakfast is rumored to be fit for Champions. So, there’s hope yet my friends.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 