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11
Nov

The Thing I do Best is Now the Thing I Do FIRST

Shifting Priority

I have decided to change my priority
without worrying about inferiority
or the ways of the majority.
No longer will I pretend to put domestic concerns
ahead of my life’s purpose — Writing!

Back in the day any writing I did was secondary,
or confined to the secretary’s desk.
For a housewife back then
furtive moments  were doled out as rewards
or stray  opportunities to pen
wayward words or purloined phrases,
words of wisdom…
a note, a word, a reminder
–confined to the backs of envelopes
or shopping lists,
written in pen or pencil…or lipstick
or eyebrow pencil…

Gone are the days when making soup,
baking cookies…
and  pies
scrubbing and ironing…
or dashing through the store with a grocery cart
–all had  top priority over the Writing Art.
No frilly little aprons or caps
are needed to fulfill MY kind of Real Work–
no pretty cotton dresses
and certainly no high heels!

For now on–I have decided that Writing has top priority
and rather than hide it (regardless of seniority)
the thing I do best is the thing I do FIRST.

 ©Sometimes2015

8
Nov

A Word to the Wise

Why Blog?

All it takes to write in a Blog

Is a Writer who is a Blogger

and a Reader who reads Blogs.

If someone is reading that Blog

–even if the blog is about nothing

then all the components are there:

the Blogger blogs,

and the Reader reads.

And IF he is reading, and she is blogging

then there is a connection

a piece of her mind

for good or for bad

is read and ingested

and taken to heart.

So what if the Post is about Nothing?

If its being read someone is interested

this is obvious right from the start.

The Key to blogging may be

not so much clever phrases

or figures of speech

as simply a communication.

So, if a blog is about Something

then it can’t be about Nothing.

What does that all mean?

If one is blogging…

well, they are blogging.

and if Reading?

Thank you for reading along!

5
Nov

grand central station draft

the grand central station of the universe
souls of the travelers
lost in time
waiting eternally for their Lost Ones
waiting for the other shoe to drop
searching for the One that has come and gone
taking along the tattered and lonely souls
and broken hearts existing on the edge
and biding their time in waiting

What track is this?
did I miss my connection?
How far have I traveled afar and wide
should I have waited?
waited for you to return, even though you
said you wouldn’t…or couldn’t
did you say you should not?
though I know you wanted to.

There was never time to see it through
to a conclusion, whatever that could have been
is lost in a never-ending conundrum
what would have happened?

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5
Nov

Grand Central Station of the Universe

This is one of four photo images suggested for my Writing101 class, Word Press Blogging University.  The assignment was to choose a photo that reminds us of something, and to write about it.  I was in my living room, working on my little Kindle Fire–which I love, although it is not really helpful to me when writing posts for my blog, that need formatting and new images.  The Kindle has an operating system that is different from my laptop, and from my Main Frame (as I call my PC.)  This difference leads me to some grave errors, like publishing a DRAFT prematurely.

Here is the case in point: http://mumbletymuse.com/2015/11/04/grand-ceentral-station-draft/

grand central station photo

Anyway, back to the assignment for the day’s post.

I liked the photo of Grand Central Station, and started making an on-screen list of ideas and trial phrases.   A pattern started to emerge, and I thought I might play around with that idea.  I have NO idea why the first stanza is indented the way it is.  That was something the computer gremlins did all by themselves.

It was easy enough to get the machine to save the image, and I was able to locate it quickly.  But I could not get the picture ID to move into the draft post I was writing into WordPress.   Not wanting to get onto another device last night, I decided to wait until this morning, when I began working on my Main Frame, as I always do.

Well…imagine my shock as a couple of my main Followers commented in my message board this morning.  OH NO–that post was only in draft form, and not intended to see the morning light any time soon.   My intention was to see if I could get the image (or ask for help on the Commons,) clean up the verse or rewrite it completely before publishing it.

It even has a terrible typo in the Title!   (While I’m making excuses, I must say that my little tablet keys are quite sensitive, and tend to tap multiple letters when I only want one.)

OK, here comes the Writer part… like most writers, we do get attached to our words and phrases, and clever trips of the tongue.  We read something we have written and say to ourselves “…that isn’t bad…tweke a word here, put in a punctuation mark there, read it aloud to hear the smooth rhythm…”   OR (horrors) we read a piece of off-the-wall writing and say to ourselves “WHO wrote that junk?”

Yep, you guessed it–I LIKE the poem I wrote.  Oh sure, I could tweke it and punctuate it to death and take all the impromptu momentum away–thereby ruining it completely.

Having made that admission, I will also say that as I was composing the post last night the thought was still implanted that it was just a draft, maybe even a laundry list of possible ideas for a story.  I love the image, which reminds me of something–as intended by the assignment–and the people in the picture began to telepath to me their emotions, confusion, fears, disappointments.   Of course the general human hub-bub inherent in the image rather quickly became personal…their thoughts were my thoughts and vice-versa.

Isn’t everything personal at some level?

29
Oct

Generosity!!! Reblogged from Autumn Ambles … with The Bride

This lovely flower photo reminds me of a beautiful dress…perhaps a wedding gown. I enjoy the photo and the poem so much that I was inspired to write a short rhyme of my own. Thanks to Bushka, of Autumn Ambles, for allowing me to re-blog.

[My poem, entitled The Bride, is below.]

THE BRIDE

A teardrop fell on her beautiful dress,
she saw it not, under her stress.
Her hand she could give, but not her heart
for that belonged to another to live
far and forever apart.
She smiled through her tears,
as she said her vow
and gently resigned herself to tomorrow.
©Sometimes,2015

Autumn Ambles

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No fairer lass there ever be
Than Generosity,
Her comeliness for all to see,
Sans animosity –
Patent felicity!

 ©Meanderings 2015

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28
Oct

Cycle of Red

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Red Maple

CYCLE OF RED

Maple tree dressed in Red

remember the warm days of Fall

dream forward to Spring

when new buds have unfolded

and Green leaves look forward to Red.

26
Oct

Direct Line

The Moon, far away as it is bright
dims the brighter light of the stars
My eye sight follows the path of that light
passing the light-years between

Knowing full well the facts of the Moonlight
reflecting the light of the Sun,
it nevertheless leads me to imagine
that the Moon makes its own light from within.

Even if Galileo himself, who charted the Sun,
were to explain with patience and tact
I still would ignore him and blissfully say:
“Please dont confuse me with facts.”

26
Oct

Soul Reverie

I like a rhyme that curls the toes and mists the brow
telling a tale as fresh as tomorrow that comes in a dream but is real
and chills the heat of the restless kiss, escaping a lover’s lips.

Nothing spoken caresses the impact on the senses
like a passionate poem with soul-filled stanzas
I like a rhyme that curls the toes and mists the brow.

To a reverie back in time to the moment that captured the soul
lost in the soul-mate meeting, found in the loss of the Self
and chills the heat of the restless kiss, escaping a lover’s lips

O what has become of the reverie that comes in a dream but is real
longing for belonging, for only the Lost and the Found
I like a rhyme that curls the toes and mists the brow
and chills the heat of the restless kiss, escaping a lover’s lips

25
Oct

Namesake

Some have a sailing ship named for them, with duly lauded verse

Others have a baby relative named in their honor, for better or worse

For me they named a hurricane Patricia…and I’m simply blown away

(with apologies to Mexico…)

15
Oct

When–Be Specific

Day 9 Writing 201,Poetry: Cold, Found Poetry, Epistrophe/Amaphora
I didn’t do the “found poetry” part of the assignment yet.

                                         BE SPECIFIC

Once in awhile I think of the song “Once in Awhile.”
Once in awhile I say hello to someone I see only once in awhile.
Once in awhile it is “Now and Then”

WHEN? they ask, when?
When will we meet?  Will we meet now?
Now, now is the time to meet–NOW
Not “sometime” if its “sometime–not now.”

To put off ’til tomorrow only brings sorrow
sorrow of putting off ’til tomorrow, when tomorrow may never come
Tomorrow may never come.

Come with me now, or meet me tomorrow–don’t make excuses
or make us recluses, come meet me tomorrow at ONE.
🙂

here’s another for today…

                                                                     COLD FEET

Cold feet he had when he asked her to dance,
but he stamped and stamped his cold feet
and he let his warm heart take the chance.

“Oh yes,” she said and followed his lead.

His lead led to twirling and whirling the girl, and
the girl felt such joy–such joy and laughter
laughter and joy that lived ever after

and he never, ever, again had cold feet.