Confession time: in the past few days I've been obsessively checking and refreshing my page to see if I've gotten any more likes or comments. Even one more would give me the brief, euphoric feeling that yes, someone does in fact appreciate what's recently emerged from my imagination. I feel, for a few seconds, recognized … Continue reading The Dangerous Euphoria of “Likes”
This is how I'm feeling this afternoon. A small adjustment in my regular medication is messing with my head, and since I needed to write anyway, I wrote about it. Disconnected now I spiral out, where phantom zephyrs blow, Driving my life-line Beyond my deadened grasp; I am resigned To drift here … Continue reading Poem for RDP Wednesday: Blast
Right now, I have a bunch of posts sitting in my Likes folder because they've sparked some sort of story idea and I want to keep track of the prompts. The problem is, I don't know which idea to develop, and even if I did, I wouldn't have time to work on it. I have … Continue reading Too Many Ideas and Not Enough Time
Today’s post is one I wrote about a year and a half ago but which is just as true of me today as it was then. I thought I would share it now, as it seemed to be helpful for me to write and for others to read. I’m always glad when I can encourage someone.
Drawing is my natural state of being. And now, writing is too. Profuse thoughts of things to create, whether through words, yarn, or pencil, are always percolating in my mind. Oh, I think, as I sit at work not succeeding in my attempt to concentrate, I could practice drawing dogs! I could write the next chapter of my children’s book! I could bake blueberry scones! I could try a cool new crochet pattern! This, reader, is just a glimpse into my daily life. Needless to say, functioning as a regular adult who does regular adult things, like working a full-time job, is somewhat hampered by this constant stream. Thus, the title of this post.
When I say “drink tea,” I mean, imbibe at least three cups a day, preferably some sort of black tea (such as Earl Grey or English Afternoon) with sugar and milk. Mind you, I used to…
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I don’t usually reblog posts, but I read this triolet today and loved it, so I thought I would share. Here is a little bit about the form:
A Triolet is a poetic form consisting of only 8 lines. Within a Triolet, the 1st, 4th, and 7th lines repeat, and the 2nd and 8th lines do as well. The rhyme scheme is simple: ABaAabAB, capital letters representing the repeated lines.
Make writing a Triolet more challenging! Make each line 8 syllables in length (4 metrical feet), written in iambic tetrameter (the more common way), or try it in pentameter (English version) where each line only has 10 syllables (5 metrical feet).
Just got Internet back (again). The OctPoWriMo prompt, about ways of looking at things just about works for the triolet I wrote yesterday.
This sky is heavy with grey-leafed cloud
And rests on tree tops, dusty blue,
Waiting to pour its river loud.
The sky is heavy with grey-leafed cloud,
Branching, spreading over ploughed
And empty fields where barley grew.
This sky is heavy, and grey-leafed cloud
Rests on treetops misty blue.
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