once new this old shirt
frayed but still a favorite
weave of memories
sand between my toes
cabo sun and moonlit nights
perfect summer love
This old shirt
25 Oct 2012 Leave a comment
in Blog 365 Challenge, Haiku times 2, Poetry
Seasons come and go
24 Oct 2012 Leave a comment
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simple notebook pen
soliloquy on the page
journal diary
a day once removed
to march cadence on blue lines
fill each empty page
siphoning angst hurt
experience clears the mind
for new adventure
summer’s page turned
winter now takes center stage
spring waits in the wings
Golden rain of leaves
23 Oct 2012 2 Comments
in Blog 365 Challenge, Haiku times 2, NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month, Poetry
aerie, eyrie, perch
leaves float on unseen breezes
I sit pen in hand
wanting to capture
it all on the page but words
cannot hold the wind
My aerie is my place on the second floor of a 4-plex located in a colorful Southside neighborhood. It is a small town within the larger town that is Birmingham. My balcony as well as my studio/office have a view of the street below.
I write here, paint here and yes sometimes I just watch the parade of life below. My desk sits in front of a window, so I can ignore the mess as I work and look out at the view. My view is a large tree whose branches are a stone’s throw away where birds come and stare at me as much as I stare at them. The street below is quiet with the occasional. Squirrels run from neighborhood cats; occasional joggers run by morning and evening, young children and university students come and go from school, cars leave for work in the morning and come home in the e
vening
From my aerie, I watched the leaves, a golden yellow rain fall in flurries from the tree out front. Nature parades past my window, seasons come and go, rain, snow, trees go from barren to green to a rain shimmering autumn leaves carried on the wind leaving them bare once again.
No words of mine can do them justice. Catch the rain and the wind, try without end.
I’m walking again
22 Oct 2012 Leave a comment
in Blog 365 Challenge, NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month, Walt Whitman
9 days to NaNoWriMo.
“Why are there trees I never walk under, but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?”
-Walt Whitman – Song of the Open Road
Today is Monday and I’m grateful to be off on Mondays. I’ll have four 3-day weekends in November to write fast and furious to make up for the days I know I might fall short. I’ve no doubt I can make it to 50,00 words, but it’s hard to keep up momentum after a draining day at work.
That’s why I mostly write in the morning after my walk. Walk – Yes I’m finally back to walking in the mornings. Not the 5 miles that was my habit, but first 1 then 2 now 3. I didn’t think my knee would ever recover it’s previous strength after the meniscus surgery, but I’m back.
That fresh air fix on these newly brisk mornings of early Fall do amazing things for me and my writing. I carry a small pad and pen in my pocket, because Walt was right – ideas seem to fall from the trees.
NaNoWriMo Looms
21 Oct 2012 1 Comment
in Blog 365 Challenge, haiku, NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month
ready or not, ’tis here
that 10-day panicked home stretch
to NaNoWriMo
Yes, I’m in again. November is National Novel Writing Month, and I’ve given it my best shot since 2004. The objective is to finish a decent draft of a novel – 50,000 words in 30 days, 1667 words a day.
I’ve done it before, I can do it again. Granted the first 6 years I spent literally rewriting 3 novels from scratch: 1) “The Fall”, a 2012 story leading up to and through the prophesied cataclysm of 2012 and how we survive thanks to the the planning of the wiccan community; 2) “Seti’s Chronicles”, the matriarch of a wiccan family’s history of the the aftermath of 2012 and our survival; and 3) “Murder is a Primary Color”, fast forward to a future world and witches in the main stream – sort of a ‘bewitched meets Sam Spade wanna be police detective and solve supernatural and other crimes.
The temptation is there to pull one of the old faithfuls out again, but not this time. I’m going to upload those to Amazon and put them on sale for $2.99 – NY didn’t want them, but who knows, someone might.
Meantime, I’m racking my brain for new ideas. A few come to mind, but I’ll probably decide at the 11th hour.
I write my first drafts by hand, so I’m loading up on my 5×8 Cambridge Limited black spiral notebooks, and refills for my favorite PC pen. Transcribing late at night to word, I find adds several hundred extra words and produces a second draft.
I need a title, a topic, something – I’m putting that to my subconscious for the next couple of nights.
Warm cold night
20 Oct 2012 Leave a comment
in Blog 365 Challenge, Haiku times 2, Poetry
faded silk pjs
warm me this first cold fall night
wind blown leaves still cling
I hear their rattle
beyond the open window
left in summer’s wake
Back to square one
19 Oct 2012 Leave a comment
simply put called back
to square one taking with you
all lessons hard won
armed and ready to
begin again this time my
reach higher and so
hopefully is my gain
Golden morning
18 Oct 2012 Leave a comment
golden morning kissed her body
redolent amidst twisted satin
startled from deep sleep she
clings desperately to some great truth
lying just at the other side of dream
.
Can you hear it
17 Oct 2012 Leave a comment
in Blog 365 Challenge, haiku, Poetry
she hears what we don’t
a different drummer’s beat
lost to us not her
Voyeurism
16 Oct 2012 Leave a comment
ever feel sad when you finish a book
so much so that you open it back up
and begin to read it again? I do
is real life so dull that i must climb between the pages of a book
and re-visit this new cast of characters/friends? Yes and no.
a ready-made group of friends
worlds far removed from mine
that I can visit at will – that’s the draw
Perle Champion 