Reality Check

I went back and looked at my stats and I must say it was depressing. I’ve had a significant decline in writing since 2011. As a matter of fact this is the first time I’ve even written anything on my blog this year. The last time I did any significant amount of writing was when I was using Scrivener last year in my attempt to put together a book. And when I was writing in my Journal. I wasn’t writing on here, but at least I was writing. Those, however, both stopped. I’m up early this Saturday morning to reflect on my future when it comes to writing. Spring Break has just started, and now with some time off, I’m focused on writing again. Whether it be here on my blog, on Scrivener, or in my Journal, I just want to start writing again.

I have also gone back to listening to my audio books (motivational, self-help, etc.) while driving back and forth to work. I’ve only been doing it for a few days and here I am writing again. I’ve also had a more positive attitude at work and overall. I realize I’ve wasted quite a bit of valuable time, and I’m trying to make a change. I’m determined to make it stick, and part of that is getting up earlier every morning to write on here, my Journal, or in Scrivener. Actually feels good writing this down today, even if it’s just some minor reflections on my present state. It’s a start.

Monkeys in my Head

Where do you write? When do you write? For me there is no set pattern, and perhaps that is my problem and the cause of my sporadic attempts at poetry or otherwise. My most recent attempts have been early in the morning. I usually wake up at 4:30, brush my teeth, grab a cup of coffee and sit down to write. I love the quiet still of the morning, and the occasional chirp of the bird outside. My mind is fresh and for the past couple of days I’ve been able to put a few words down. Not many, but it’s a start. As I write this, I’m sitting in Dunn Brother’s Coffee shop. No longer 4:30 in the morning. A different environment. 6:00PM on a Saturday. Small, but active town and a nice new coffee shop. The patrons are few, there’s light music, and the smell of the coffee is pleasing. If I was at home right now I wouldn’t be writing. I’d be wrestling with the kids, or working on some ‘to do’ list around the house. The coffee shop, although it doesn’t provide the quiet still of the morning, it seems to relax me. I can think, and I can write. Despite the people I don’t get distracted. No one talks to me, and I’m left alone. Alone with my laptop and my cup of hot tea. Some herbal blend, Mint something or another. The tea is ok.

So what about the ‘monkeys’ in my head? They made me write the previous paragraph. I wanted to start with the monkeys themselves, but they spewed out that random crap up top. You see the monkeys live inside my head and they are nothing more than the random thoughts which bounce around inside seeking to escape. They seem to drive me crazy if I don’t release them. I can’t be the only one who has these monkeys. Maybe you call them something else. But do you know the feel? A thought, or an idea which won’t rest or give you peace until it’s completed and slain in the real world? Poem. That’s what I’m thinking right now. Not sure where this rabbit trail has gone, but it’s time to find my way out.

Why did she walk in?
Auburn hair back in a braid,
Soft brown eyes sparkling.
Distracted from my writing,
Guess I’ll sit here and daydream.

Napowrimo – Day 13

Our optional prompt for today is to write a poem that contains at least one kenning. Kennings were metaphorical phrases developed in Nordic sagas. At their simplest, they generally consist of two nouns joined together, which imaginatively describe or name a third thing. The phrase “whale road,” for example, could be used instead of “sea” or “ocean,” and “sky candle” could be used for “sun.

 

Iron steeds race forward,
riders distracted,
their magic rocks,
not easily shaken.

Rocks as looking glasses,
riders stare into them,
mouths distort,
as lips unnaturally extend.

The steed loses bearing,
and rider gasps,
as hostile forces react,
warning alarms echo.

Perhaps later,
in the quiet loneliness,
rock to looking glass,
one more selfie.

 

NaPoWriMo – Day 8

So for today, the prompt is to rewrite a famous poem, giving it your own spin.

I’m using November Night by Adelaide Crapsey. It’s in the form of a cinquain. Not sure if this is really in line with the prompt, but hey another day another poem.

 

Almost,
As state tests near,
Students and teachers stress,
A large hurdle, but up ahead
Summer.

NaPoWriMo – Day 7

Today’s prompt is to write a love poem . . . but the object of the poem should be inanimate.

You’re too hot for me,
But I don’t care.
I can’t resist your smell,
Or help but stare.

The perfect blend,
Of pure delight.
You beckon me approach,
Come take a bite.

No, it is not wise,
For your touch burns.
I’ve been here before,
But how my heart yearns.

I cannot resist,
My love will not die.
You are mine,
And once more I try.

You burn my fingers,
As I grab you once again.
My mouth waters,
And teeth slowly sink in.

I gape for air,
But continue to chew.
Fresh chocolate chip cookie,
Oh, how I love you!

 

Poetry Month Day 6

I’ve come to the realization I won’t be doing 30 poems in 30 days, so I find time where I can and try to write when I can. So here we are on Day 6, making random observations and putting them into some type of poem. My observations included the following nouns; cars, trees, coffee, dog, people. Colors; gray, blue, green, white, yellow, black. What’s happening outside; cars driving, wind blowing, rain.

So I put these observations into a couple of haikus and a tanka.

Cars travel slowly,
gray clouds clap for attention,
rain soaks the city.

Trees sway in the blow,
green filled branches wave wildly,
people seek shelter.

Yellow dog resting,
as his owner chats away,
coffee house patrons,
warming brews and pastry treats,
forgotten storm howls outside.

 

 

Season Transition

Cold one day, then hot. Overcast, and rain. Humid. Cool breezes, then hot days. This Texas weather is crazy. Of course I’m still enjoying the transition as winter fades away, and spring sets in.

In it’s awkward stage
trying to shake big brother,
slowly spring succeeds,
as winter fades into darkness.