Workshops, Recipes and Poems

Another late night and I am behind in all things writing-oriented. Does the fact that I went to a writing workshop this weekend offset the fact that I am off-schedule for the Poem-A-Day? Does the focus on one kind of writing justify the absence of another kind of writing?

Nope – I didn’t really think so, either, but it would be great if writing commitments were interchangeable! Just think – it would be like eating dark chocolate instead of salad and saying, “Well, it was a food, so that’s just about the same thing. Right?”

Well, in my world, no meal is complete without some veggies and no dessert is complete without some calories – so I am going to mix up a batch of writing workshop snippets into a tasty poetic concoction I will call

Blending All the Bits

Stand in line, take a seat

We’re about to start

Hone your craft, learn your trade

These authors will impart

 

The purpose of a query

The fun of a re-write

Avoid, Be Sure and Never

And make that writing tight!

 

Romance, Sci-Fi and textbooks

Begin with just a thought

So research, write and edit

No need to be distraught

 

Words are one with passion

And passion comes from heart

But writing is a business

A language-rich flow chart

 

Of dollars, cents and Euros

(Foreign rights are oh so nice!)

So create, submit and balance

Your art with sound advice

 

And there you have it … all you ever needed to glean from a writing workshop in one easily digestible poem!

Until tomorrow!

I hope …

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Another Day … Another Attempt

So, why is it that the prettiest or the most meaningful or the deeply profound subjects are the most difficult to express? It would seem as if those soul-important events would arrive with an abundance of language all their own.

Well, that is not always true. Yesterday’s poem is a fine case of a perfectly lovely visual event that squirms and dances and slides away from description. I have tweaked and shifted, altered and walked away from it – all to no avail.

It’s just not right.

So here is an attempt at a poem that is written without thought … just words on paper as I drink my coffee and watch the day begin.

Time

Gray halfhearted rain

Schedule drenched with demands

Dripping magnolias

 

Hmmm, here’s another:

My Mother’s Garden

Glowing white blossoms

Dreaming eyes never seeing

Open for the moon

 

So – there you have it.

And now I am walking away from my desk and making every attempt to quiet the words and phrases and snippets of characters’ conversations that fill my under-caffeinated brain.

Until tomorrow!

 

 

Blooms Gone Mad!

Wow – I am spoiled by spring! My desk is right in front of a curtain-free window, so I can watch the seasons burst and shower and freeze their way through the year.

Over the last few days, I’ve watched our star magnolia slowly transform from a drab silhouette into fuzzy-buds of possibility, and today those first delightfully pink hints of Spring thrilled me.

In honor of this lovely day, I am writing a poem aptly named:

Fresh Day

Early morning and the chill embraces me

Cold fingers of a silent breeze skim across my face

I sip black coffee, eyes still glazed

With the soft blue-green of liquid dreams

Orange, pink and treasured gold

Dawn’s slow smile greets me

The weeping cherry with empty arms of brown buds lined with pink,

A gift from winter’s passing

Love-sick finches build their home ignoring April’s nip

They greet the world and watch me stare

Into the eastern glow that’s not quite night and not yet day

Opera and Poetry

Although I do not listen to Wagner, Verdi, Mozart, Bizet and so many other incredible composers often enough, I dearly love opera and classical music. Unfortunately, I know quite a few people who approach opera and poetry with the same trepidation and incomprehension. My opinion is that opera is the voice of the soul, whereas poetry is the breath. Natural and necessary – and sometimes oh so beautiful.

So, here is a poem for tonight – written off the cuff at 11:31pm, so bear with me!

 

Wagner With a V

The fat lady sings

Her armor lifts and falls with the scales.

She blasts out the cry

Of heartache?

Fury?

Passionate love?

As I child, the soaring, reaching arias

Woke me

Spoke to me

Bellowed for me when I could not

Iron-strong words ablaze with the searing heat of

Passion

Music

Life

The fat lady sings of all that lies quiet and waiting

Raw and honest

Alive

 

A Poem for Katherine

This is a little poem for my dear friend who has the incredibly good fortune to live in a valley abundant with sun-drenched daffodils.

Thank you so much for sharing your delightful world with us, Katherine!

Katherine’s Glen

What a joy to see

A field of pageantry

The careless daffodil

A wintry song now still

Friends of now and past

Share blooms that cannot last

Yet knows, remembers and renews

A bond that love so deep infuse

So drink in all that’s good

Our springtime near the wood

Intended Poetry is Like Attempted Flight — Unsuccessful at Best

OK, I skipped a day … or two, at this point.

And I feel lousy about it.

However, I caught up on some sleep, I attended a Daffodil Party, and I read a little more of a great book than I had expected to have had time for.

Oh … that ‘found time’  might be the time I swiped from writing poetry …

Well, here is the make-up-I-dropped-the-ball-guilt-poetry, only slightly reminiscent of Haiku.

Country Song

Woke up in the dew

Baby stole my truck and dog

Nightly beer of tears

Svengoolie

Moon and sleep ignored

Mummies, Cyclops, all the gang

Weekend brain escape

Springtime

Blossoms drench the air

Sweaters left on park benches

Tissues close at hand

Another Day – Another (strange?) Poem!

So, day three of thirty, and here I am - ready to write a Stravinsky-esque poem.

Oh, did I hear you sigh? Do I see eyes rolling about in your head and your hands reaching for your ears?

Well, it’s just one of those nights. I’m in a great mood, I was given real coffee instead of decaf at dinner - and I have a great lyrical experiment in my head just for you.

In Love With Words

Ivory paper kisses black ink

The silver nib dances

Twirls, scrolls, pirouettes

The touch of the coarse paper

Softened, now fluid with purpose

What once was blind

Mute

Without

Now grasps the words

Too long silenced within

Expresses everything

Too much, too fast the paper drenched with ink

Colors black and red, green and blue,

Too much

The pores of the paper, the intensity of the pigment are no longer melody

Symphonic

Cacophony

Ink-rich words drip and blend, struggle and falter

Into a mottled, spotty discord

Of turns and twists, leaps and

Meandering

The pen is spent

The paper limp and lost

What once had meaning, beauty, clarity

Is now scribbled, stilled and silenced

A written voice submerged under noise

Poetry Can Come From Television – Really It Can!

The laptop is sitting on my lap, NOVA is on the television, and my second poem is on its way to you thanks to

PBS Science

Generations before the day I was born

Questions arose and dipped, danced and shattered

Against closed minds, into open souls of curiosity

As always, as forever

Knowledge moving, swirling changing what once was absolute

Into nothing more than shadows

Then shadow stories, misty legends from our past lives

Now become truth.

A Poem A Day … YIKES!

As many of you may already know, April is National Poetry Month.  There are all kinds of wonderful literary pursuits available to the serious writer and to the word-dabbler.

One option is NaPoWriMo.

What is this!? Well, it is an invitation to write one poem each day during the month of April.

Feeling brave? looking for a challenge?

Jump right in – and do not fret about the perfection of the work.

Here is a friendly hand reaching out to you and a sincere grin welcoming you to have fun with poetry.

Daily fun!

I will be fearless and will begin with a poem written right this very second, completely off the cuff at 10:55pm on April 1st …

Ten Fifty-Five

My eyes slip and slide

My head fills with down

Soft and wifty and not unlike a pillow’s stuffing

But the keyboard hums and clicks

A garish light commands

And I find myself making poetry from hours and minutes blinking

Silent anxiety that comes from a task undone

A life incomplete

A poem asleep underneath a coverlet of useless words.

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There it is – my first poem of April!

TahDah!

And now it’s your turn – only be sure to tag your creations with NaPoWriMo so it can be found by other like-minded pals!

Until tomorrow …

CUPID’S LITTLE HELPER

 

The dreaded Valentine’s Day is almost upon us, and with it the stress and angst not seen in our spouses, partners, and loved ones since … well, since Christmas, I suppose.
 
What is it about these holidays that causes many men, and more than a few women, to quake at the mere thought of gift-giving? When asked, a surprising number of perfectly reasonable adults claim that they have no idea as to what to give their beloved. These are the men and women who have spent months or years laughing and arguing and snuggling with us. These cherished friends are the ones who immediately know what ‘that look’ means, or how to gently suggest that those lousy drivers and rude salesclerks might not be oh so dreadful and when was the last time we ate a little something, by the way?
 
But when it comes time for wrapping paper and ribbons, these wonderful people become strangers, and we’re lucky if they remember our favorite color, much less our secret desire to learn how to box or take up the didgeridoo. In all truth, I have not only been on the receiving end of that helpless look from the man I love, but I have made calls to his friends, asking for their guidance when I so very much want to give just the right gift.So, after a lot of thought, I have come up with the solution. It is the one gift that is always at the top of my and my friends’ Wish Lists.

 
Everyone of us most desperately wants the generous and too-rare gift of time. Time, and sincere … sharing … romance … affection. We yearn for communication beyond the daily drone of grocery lists, hungry pets, dirty kids and endless bills. Our psyches reach out to the ones we love with a deep need for quiet connection.Of course the reality of tight budgets and childcare cannot be ignored, but sometimes it is just as necessary to nurture the ones with whom we have chosen to share our lives, as it is to run a household efficiently. A little bit of effort put into showing how thoroughly we love someone can go a long way in softening those rougher edges of life.

So, grab your sweetie by the hand, and with a kiss and a squeeze, escape for a few hours or for a weekend. You already know some of the places or events that he or she has always wanted to visit, or you are familiar with her love of the zoo, or his delight in windmills, but below are a handful of ideas complete with links to get you started if you need a little push!

 

However, there is just one thing to bear in mind before we go any further. Even though this is the off-season, and there are countless things to do and see wherever you visit; to ensure that the adventure goes as smoothly as possible, it is terribly important for you, the official Giver-of-the-Gift-of-Time to have done your homework. Prior to announcing this fantabulous excursion with pride, excitement and adoration for your honey, you need to be ready so she/he will not have to plan, make calls, research or lift a finger in any way. You, the Loving One, will have put it all together.
And it will not be as tough a job as you might fear. Really it won’t. You just need to begin laying the groundwork now.

Here we go …

There are wine tastings and art programs offered at  Hocking Hills, year round. If she’ll want to hike and be outside most of the time, preplan by finding/making a cool walking stick and stuffing her coat pockets with hand warmers or that old knit hat with new gloves just for her.

A gourmet wintry picnic just outside your private cabin at Whitewater Memorial Park would certainly encourage snuggling in front of the fire. What about bringing along a thick, fluffy robe or a selection of scented candles?

Before soaking in the claw footed tub at a Bed and Breakfast, there are countless antique shops to discover or for the sports fan of your heart, the Indiana Football Hall of Fame is a fun choice. Is she a huge fan of a particular team? Could you track down a trading card or a scarf in the team colors?

If a road trip is something you both enjoy, set aside a weekend, or even better a few days during the week, to tour a cozy home in the mountains. This getaway could encourage some serious hand holding followed by an evening of romantic relaxation.

For the water-lover, a beach in the Midwest in the off season is the place to be. While there, travel though time while enjoying lunch with the locals.

It’s easy enough to scope things out beforehand by checking online, making a phone call, or stopping by the park, hotel or museum when running errands or on your way home from work.  Once you know where you’re going, make dinner/breakfast reservations at a nice place, or plan to pick up a special meal on your way in. Arrange to have flowers or a basket of her most favorite movies, books, music and other goodies already in the room when you check in, or sneak them into the car, and later the room once you arrive.

 

Plan the weekend with only your darling in mind. Do not leave any of the pesky details for him/her. Arrange for the children and pets and house to be taken care of; fill up with gas before leaving; buy any tickets for museums, concerts, etc. ahead of time. Get the dishes and laundry caught up before you drive away or have the house cleaned while you are gone so you both return to a lovely home.
 
I hope these ideas help even a little. As we all know, it’s not ‘stuff’ that matters – it’s how much thought you put into the present or plan – and how your knowledge of this incredible, exciting, comfortable, cherished, funny, odd and very loved cohort translates into the effort.
 

Good luck – and let me know about some of your own romantic destinations!