Category Archives: Poetry

In other words, dancing

The streets shimmered in neon waves, and I wore borrowed clothes and a strange golden boldness.

Summer’s heat lingered long in the air, yet we still wandered in search of something unnamed.

In a dark bar, last call, slow music played, and on a whim we approached the uneven floor.

Two friends, we were warmed by the day, drunk on each other, dancing together, sway by sway, closer and closer.

That was the night everything changed.

~*~

Prompt by Patricia

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Before Cell Phones

We parted with enmity

And now he is gone,

Left without a kiss,

And sailed off at dawn.

I shall write him a letter,

Include a photograph too,

And stuff them in a bottle,

Toss them in waves of blue.

As he sails round the globe,

My love note behind him,

Fate may have to intervene,

For this message to find him.

~*~

Dimensions

Maybe what they call madness

Is simply another dimension.

They are trapped in conventions,

Familiar and mundane,

Obsessed with their labels:

“Abnormal” and “insane.”

Madness or access

To worlds made of words?

Time has no meaning

Where dreams come to play,

Twirling around, upside down,

Bending into birds

And flying away.

Staying Positive ๐ŸŽ‰

I’m taking a cue from Revolutionary Musings and calling my plans for 2019 “goals,” not “resolutions.” When I think about the word resolution, it makes me feel I’ve done something wrong and need to improve. There’s the constant worry and pressure that I’ll fail ~ and isn’t that what so many people say? They’ve failed to keep their resolutions. Or they don’t even make any because they know they’ll fail. I want to be more upbeat this year. โ˜€๏ธ

Goals are positive. Even if we don’t reach them completely we can say we’ve made progress, and progress is good. Last year, I wrote/finished two new poetry books and they’re up for sale now on Amazon, and I completed the NaNoWriMo 50K word challenge. I’m proud of myself! ๐Ÿ˜€ Did I complete all my 2018 goals? No. But I don’t feel like a failure. I’ve made progress and will continue to do so.

For 2019, I want to finish my novel Ghosted. A novel is harder than poetry or a book of short stories, since when working full-time it takes an immense amount of focus day after day crammed into bits of free space. If I break my concentration for a couple weeks to “have a life,” it’s difficult to get that focus back. But this is the plan and I anticipate finishing my novel by the end of the year.

I also want to exercise more, which is a thing I say every year, and each year I feel worse and do less, but that doesn’t mean I should abandon the goal. This past year I was not very active at all and though I can’t do a lot, I can do a little, and I want to do that little bit. Realistically, there will be days I can do nothing but slog through from morning to night and congratulate myself for simply existing with chronic pain, but every day isn’t like that, TG. Those better days are days I can exercise.

Forex today. I planned to take a long (for me) walk to start the year off nicely. But I awoke with a migraine ~ not from booze, lol. I don’t drink alcohol. But I stayed up very late and it’s crazy windy too, both of which are triggers. Anyway, I’ve taken meds and later will exercise to a video instead of going outdoors. This is just how it is ~ I have to accept it and work within the parameters instead of giving up. ๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿป

Regarding blogging. It brings me great joy, both writing and interacting with people who love to write. Those last three words are key though. I’ve culled some blogs from my list recently that weren’t much about the joy of writing and only about getting us to click links. No thx.

But there’s more. I like participating in the prompts; however, I don’t understand why some of them require so much kooky hoop-jumping. Linking back to the prompt post should be enough. I have created a few new tags for my faves, okay. But I’m not going to click frogs or create more tags or follow a pile of arbitrary rules just to bring more readers to the prompt host. In the end, it’s the host who gets the clicks, let’s remember this. โœ…

My goal for 2019 is to get more reading and writing joy out of every minute I spend immersed in the world of words, so things that contribute to this goal have a solid place in that world… and things that don’t or that gobble up more time than they’re worth, do not. ๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿป

Going along with this goal is reading less news. Most of the “news” isn’t really news ~ it’s tabloid type crap and a waste of my time, more of an addiction really. He said/she said, insults, rehashing, garbage about celebs and the royals, blah. It’s only going to get worse with the 2020 election coming up. ๐Ÿ‘ฟ I don’t need to read every scrap of nasty gossip and all the hot takes on what someone else said and who is banned from where. It’s simply tiresome.

I may begin doing some photos again, with a catch ~ they’ll be new photos. No more spending gobs of time trawling through old albums taking photos of photos. Bleh! If I happen to catch a shot of something that goes with one of the City Sonnet themes, cool. This aligns with my goal of having fun blogging and interacting with bloggers, but not wasting time doing boring, obsessive stuffs.

Onto forming happier, more productive traditions!

2018 Wrap Party

This was an interesting year.

I gave up both Facebook and dating sites early in the year. Spent 2017 depressed about both, ostensibly for different reasons but ultimately the same ~ I had devoted a huge amount of time to the pursuit of long-distance friendships and local relationships via both those venues and the end result was similar: meh.*

What’s that BS about how you get out what you put in? Yeah right.

Anyway, I decided to splurge on myself by reclaiming my time and emotional energy, and this was a great gift. I’ve been so much happier and more productive since. In April, I released a poetry book that I finally had time to finish… and yesterday I just released another one. I hope you’ll check them out: All She Wrote (April book) and Monochrome (December book).

In June, it was my absolute joy to welcome my new baby granddaughter to the world. She brings total love and sweetness to my life, and I’m thankful for all the wonderful family time I’ve had this year.

At some point during 2018, a WordPress prompt site closed up shop. Zillions of us who love to natter on about nothing had the big sads. A handful of bloggers stepped up and created their own prompts, which was very cool of them… but then a weird thing happened. Instead of popping over to the site, grabbing the prompt, and writing to our same audience, we began to actually interact with these new prompters and their followers. We started to play more writing games and follow each other and turn into a supportive creative community of awesome!

In October, I was lucky to be able to take a week off from work to help my daughter in NorCal. Also, I got to bond with her new puppy. Last week I had an amazing time with both my daughters, their hubbies, and the baby. Family rocks!

On Thanksgiving, I had a super fun time with friends at the LA Zoo, and yesterday we went up to Simi to visit the Reagan Library. I hope to visit more museums and local points of interest in 2019. Though I was into movies for a while, I find lately I’m feeling rather indifferent toward them.

I have tons of books to read! Not literally, since most are on my Kindle. And now it’s time to begin integrating the mess I wrote on Ghosted during NaNoWriMo with my main novel document. Oh fun. After that, I have to write “the ending,” by which I mean the last third of the book.

And to wrap up the wrap, for the past 7 years, I’m beyond lucky and grateful and thankful that I get to share my life with this amazing lil dude. โค๏ธ๐Ÿฑโค๏ธ

*I treasure my friendships that transcend FB. Not talking about you great folks.

The Alphabet Challenge

Yay, a new game! Thanks Rory, for tagging me. I won’t be tagging anyone, but this is fun and I hope peeps will voluntarily choose to participate. Just pick a word that comes to mind and jabber on a bit about it, all philosophical like. Obviously, mine will be obsessively themed and not random cuz that’s how I roll.

A is for all the annoying men on dating sites.

B is when they bark questions at you, like sea lions in a fight.

C is for closet, as in the one some are still trapped (not that there’s anything wrong with that ๐Ÿ™„).

D is for the double standards that they hold,

While E is how you must appear eager but not too desperate or too bold.

F is for the family they won’t introduce you to, while swearing they’re so into a future with you.

G is for glam, which is how they want you to look,

And H is their hope you’ll be a top-shelf cook.

I is for ice, as in the diamond you won’t get,

Since J is the job he hasn’t quite nailed yet.

K is the knife with which you want to stab him in a rage,

Cuz L stands for the fact that he lied about his age.

M is the money you’ll be spending on the date, since he “forgot his wallet” and was two hours late.

N is for the naked selfie he requested;

O is for the unfortunate one he texted ๐Ÿคฎ.

P is for persistent, borderline stalking,

And Q is for the quiet guys who do no talking.

R is for rightwing conspiracy loons,

While S is for lefty snowflake maroons.

T is for tired of not meeting my dream man;

No one out there gets a U for understand.

V is for the world’s smallest violin, since this is not as bad as it might have been.

W is for what if I’d met Mr. Dreamy, but it turned out he was allergic to G? ๐Ÿฑ

Then I’d have a third X husband to add to my pile of romantic fails and sads.

Y for best not to dwell on yesterday (or god forbid join any new dating sites today!),

But instead zero in on our goals and ideals, which should be, I suggest, buying my new poetry book with some zeal!

MONOCHROME <— click to purchase

Upswing

The Haunted Wordsmith asks us to use page 192, line 6 of the nearest book as our prompt. I’m going to the next full sentence and gonna make you smarties guess which book and author.

“Life, for J. R. Isadore, had definitely taken an upswing.”

Upswing. That’s a fine word. Seven letters, good for a bingo. I still think about stuff like that even though I no longer play WWF or any phone games. Serious me mode. The otter day I was searching for the calculator on my Mac and I found chess. Naturally, I had to open it. God, a brand new pristine game, soooo tempting! Luckily I wasn’t allowed to start playing until I downloaded a microphone (huh?) and agreed to some new gobble, so I declined all that and the chess went away. Whew. Remember when I downloaded spider solitaire on my poor ice-tea’d Lenovo and disappeared for a week? Well, I remember. I was trapped in that game web and couldn’t escape. It was nutz! In any case, my commitment to writing is paying off cuz very soon I will have a brand new poetry book up on Amazon that no one will read, hurrah!

I’m on an uproll.

In Other Words: Done

This year is almost done and dusted, and I must say it was a big improvement over 2017. My heart finished healing from past emotional injuries and I was able to get back into writing in a major way again. I kicked NaNoWriMo butt and wrote 50K words on my novel in November. My latest poetry collection is almost ready to roll out. And best of all, I experienced the absolute joy of meeting my first grandbaby!

~*~

From Patricia’s Place

A word with the chef, if you please…

I would like to order off the menu some reasonable seasonal weather.

A lovely green spring for starters, with bunnies and chickies, some daisies and daffies, but no pollen, no sneezies, no itchies, no rashes. ๐ŸŒท

Followed by summer: sunbright and surging, full of fun things, but hold the mad fling, I’ve grown quite allergic. โ˜€๏ธ

I’ll take a spiced fall, with just a dollop of crazy, no exes at all, and please throw in a Valium, you’ve met my friends, okay, make it ten.๐Ÿฟ

Just put winter in a box, completely to go; don’t bring that shit here cuz it’s too stressful and cold… no, not even with brandy, your best in the house, get away from me now, did you hear me ~ GET OUT!!! ๐Ÿฅถ๐Ÿฅถ๐Ÿฅถ

~*~

Prompt provided by Patricia

Sunday Night Ramble

So, it’s been a few weeks since I finished NaNoWriMo (did I mention that I surprised myself and wrote 50,000 words?) and I want to keep the good writing momentum going. You’re actually not supposed to edit what you wrote until January, so I’ve been working on my poetry collection and (of course) noodling around on here.

I’ve also been reading a lot of news. Not gonna jabber on about the political dumpster fires because there’s enough of that elsewhere, but there is one thing that bugs me. I’m sad that the PC police have managed to ruin “Baby, It’s Cold Outside.”

Seems that some folks just can’t distinguish between fantasy and reality. What’s next ~ eliminate the romance novel section at B&N? Plenty of iffy consent scenes in some of those books… I’m surprised there haven’t been boycotts already. Some people can’t stand swear words; others can’t bear gory violence or horror on the screen. To each their own, eh?

Remember the old joke… to some people, kinky means tickling with a feather; to others, it means using the whole chicken. Subjective stuff, a matter of opinion. And in my opinion, opinions should be off-limits to the nannies. Dreamy song lyrics, fantasy art, and fictional novels/plays/films are in the realm of opinion.

I used to enjoy watching beauty pageants when I was a teenager, but now I think they’re boring and dumb. So, I don’t watch them. Wow! What a great solution to the problem of disliking an entertainment offering. Don’t watch it. Don’t read it. Don’t listen to it.

I’m not talking about trolls spewing death threats on the internet or engaging in hate speech. I don’t believe people should be free to engage in this behavior ~ in fact, I think they should be penalized severely.

But as far as fiction and fantasy triggering traumatic memories… there’s no end to that cascade. Some people find it cathartic to recreate a bad memory in fantasy and change the outcome. It’s a form of power. I do this. In fact, most of my writing may be this in one way or another. My NaNo work in progress definitely is.

Back to the writing momentum. Going forward, I’ll probably do fewer blog games and questions and awards because I want to keep my focus on actual writing, such as the prompts and poetry and such. Plus I have to catch up on reading too ~ real books, not just blogs. The games etc. have been a fun break though. Hope everyone understands!

Here’s a cute kitteh to console you.