Hanging By A Thread

stringbookshelfSometimes it really does feel like you are hanging on by just a thread.

This photo shows you that it can be beautiful thing.

Embrace the string and let it lead you where it may.

You have no idea how far you can stretch that thread until you try.

Go for it.

Happy Friday Everyone!!!

An attempt at Book Poetry

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I have seen this on several of the blogs I follow so I thought I’d take a crack at it.

My unique sense of humor took over and really I wasn’t surprised.

I do like that the words from each title can create any number of different poetical lines if a person wanted to be creative.

 Spy, 

Brain Exploded,

Awakening,

Last Boyfriend.

It’s so bad and slightly ridiculous that I love it.

How Do You Define Poetry?

Image 1For my Children’s literature class we spent an entire week discussing poetry. It was really the first time I had discussed poetry on that type of level since I had started writing it. It, like the rest of the class, was eye opening. Poetry can be expressed and utilized in more ways than I had previously considered. It can be used to teach children to write, express themselves and to learn a new language.

I may be in the minority but I always saw poetry as this “grand” work. Now more than ever I see it as an expression of emotion that anyone and everyone is capable of making.

One of the questions we were asked to end the section was how would we define poetry?

“Poetry is a window to the soul of the poet”

“Poetry offers readers the opportunity to explore emotions, ideas and the extraordinary use of language”

“Poetry is the best words in the best order”

The definition I connect to most is that of Robert Frost,

A Poem Begins in Delight and Ends in Wisdom.

How Do You Define Poetry?

Patron

ImageSlam, Shoot, Slam.

The practice has become ritual.

Dancing with the Agave.

Lime and salt intermixing upon my tongue.

The burn, the burn it’s

Only temporary.

The residual ecstasy is fleeting.

Oh Tequila you saucy minx.

Each time you justify the pleasure being worth the pain.

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Happy Cinco De Mayo.

 

Fun in the Sun Friday

Summer Wildflowers Above Lower Blue Lake

Something weird has been happening in Colorado the last few days, the weather has been amazing. We have seemingly with perhaps only a few minor hiccups remaining left winter behind. It is about damn time, I love winter but it has its place which should promptly end some time in March.

The nice weather naturally led me outside to frolic, yes I still frolic at my age. While I was out frolicking something funny happened. I realized I had missed almost all, wait I am always honest with you all, I missed pretty much all of my writing goals. I did not sit down for one minute last weekend and work on my blog and any other various project for that matter. Instead I focused intentionally on fun on the patio and unintentionally on sunburns on my shoulders.

This got me to thinking also a scary thought after a long week at work, how can I make sure that the weather of summer does not lure me away from my writing? If you want to be a writer it’s simple you have to write. For me the best thing to do is to set some summer goals. That and maybe find a new patio where I can not only enjoy the sun but bring my laptop.

My Summer Goals-

1. Edit my two novels.

2. Finish a very, very rough draft of my memoir.

3. Expand my Blog.

4. Read 25 completely new books.

5. Still enjoy some fun in the Sun 😉

What are your goals?

So This Is How It Really Went Down

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Camp NaNoWriMo: The Truth Exposed

Final Word Count- 38,941

Target Goal- 50,000

So close yet so very far……

I will guarantee this much, I am going to finish this story. Hell I am even going to edit it.

I am real proud of it and the progress I made despite missing the word count (curse my competitive streak).

It’s full of a little thing that I like to call potential.  

Possibility

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Emotionally overwhelmed,

Eternal battle between

Drive and Complacency.

Chasing the elusive white Rabbit.

Late at night my mind fills;

with plans, ideas, goals.

Hopeful that grand dreams transform into grander realities.

Always the harsh glare from

The sun awakens me.

Forces the heavy burden of truth,

upon my shoulders.

A Reckoning Is Coming.