Thank you to the lovely people who have graced my blog. I am humbled by each and every one of you. As you can read from the title, I shall be going on a bit of a hiatus for a short period. I had something come up with work involving a miscommunicated deadline. Therefore, my workload has now increased two-fold and I regret to say that I haven’t the luxury of time to continue with NaPoWriMo or even this blog in general until the end of this month. Again, thank you for being kind enough to even take the time to read what I have to post. It seriously means a lot to me.
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Late at night
The voices stir
Retelling tales of long ago
Off the walls
And carry on down the hall
With the sweet release
Of long held in secrets
They become unburdened
They guffaw at their blunders
Their mistakes made in love
Their missteps, their slip ups
This tiny house may not look like much
But it’s where souls are being freed
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Writing Prompt: Today I challenge you write a poem inspired by noir.
The dim lights cast the shadows
The shadows are teeming with secrets
The secrets that many dare not intrude on
Yet the detective charges on
Determination in his brow
For it is in the truth he finds solace
It is the light that illuminates the dark
It is his way to fight the shadows
The way to heal his heart
And it is wherein the shadows
He uncovers the truth
The cheating and the treachery
Crime; it never waits
He lifts his magnifying glass to his eye
Releases another sigh
The secrets that were once hidden
He now brings into daylight
I now have a second blog under my belt which will be used for daily posts. I appreciate if you take a small amount of your time to peruse on over and read a little, and I respect if you don’t. I decided to make it more for myself, because sometimes I’ve found myself typing things that are more personal, and I’d like to separate the two a bit more.
My second blog is called Fly Blogging; Fly being my pen name. As it has just been made, nothing more than the about me has been added. This blog can be found by clicking on the following link: Fly Blogging.
I am excited for this blog, if not just to have another platform to express myself.
Grandma; because that’s what I was proud to call you
Remarkable; because that’s what your life was
Abounding; because that describes your love
Caring; because that’s what you always were
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Writing Prompt: Write in ottava rima — an Italian form that, in English, usually takes the form of an eight-line stanza of iambic pentameter, with a rhyme scheme of a-b-a-b-a-b-c-c.
At first I thought this would be simple enough, then I googled what ‘iambic pentameter’ means… Stressed/unstressed syllables, we meet again. This time it seems even MORE difficult, and I still haven’t gained full grasp of them alone – nonetheless as part of iambic pentameter. For the sake of my sanity, as it is wearing thinner and thinner everyday, I might write this with a loose concept of the ottava rima form. What I mean by this is I will write an eight-line stanza with a rhyme scheme of a-b-a-b-a-b-c-c, but leave out the iambic pentameter.
The sun peeks from behind the ridge
Then stretches its rays across the plain
Everything culminating to create the perfect image
The land is renewed by a barrage of rain
Out emerges brilliant, lush foliage
Adorning the terrain
Nature exhales a gentle breeze
Then carries on acting on each of its whimsies
Lately I’ve been contemplating trying to write a book… not because I think I’m quite to the author level, but because maybe writing it will aid me in honing my writing skills. I’m sure it will teach me a thing or two so why not? I’m only afraid that I’ll do what I always do and start, but eventually make up an excuse and never finish… I think I may write another post about this musing, but I’ve just realized how tired I am, so I’m ready to hit the hay. If anybody has any advice for someone considering the writing-a-novel path, please don’t hesitate to share!
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Writing Prompt: Write a poem in which each line except the last takes the form of a single, declarative sentence. The final line should take the form of a question.
We edge towards tomorrow
We breathe in today
The seconds march on
We swing in the fray
Life takes no prisoners
We embrace it all the same
Life is beautiful
It is zestful
Life is made from many blunders
What is life to you?
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Writing Prompt: Valediction – A poem of farewell
With today being the day of the funeral, I think this is a very appropriate prompt for today.
Farewell to you,
The anguish of my soul
Begin to unfurl your fingers
It’s time to fill that hole
I kept thinking I should add more, but lately I’ve realized that less is sometimes more. I think I will leave it at this because writing any more would be just to fill a page. And why should I attempt to fill a page when I’ve already said what I feel is adequate?
Anyway, I began writing this this morning with ever intent to write a farewell to my dear loved one who has just recently passed away, but decided to hold off until the end of the day so that I could better form my poem. So after the funeral and all the processions, we arrived back and I began thinking a bit more about this poem. As I delved deeper into my thoughts for how I wanted this poem to pan out, I realized that, while saying goodbye was a major part of today, it was also just that – a part. The bigger picture I think was closure. So many holes in my world began forming as soon as she became sick. The biggest hole formed when it was announced that she had passed. After that I kept counting the days until the funeral. I kept thinking to myself, ‘if I can just get to that funeral, I know I can start healing and letting go of all my anger and sadness. I just need the funeral.’ Without the funeral, I felt lost and in limbo.
In the end I found closure. I’m not saying that now everything is fine and I feel no pain at all, but what I am saying is that I’ve begun the process of learning how to move on after losing somebody dear to you in a way where you remember them in a positive way, but not dwelling in a negative way – if that makes sense.
I don’t know how clear I have been, but perhaps I’ve helped somebody else in one way or another? I don’t know, but I can only hope so.