Bjorn is our host for the final dVerse Poets Meet the Bar before the season break. Bjorn (sorry I cannot figure out how to insert special characters) asks us for a gifting rhyme.
Because you’re loved
and no other reason
enjoy this gift
to help you season
For a package of spices and teas I would have given my mother who would have LOVED this rhyming tradition. Merry Christmas to all, and I’m off to make a big pot of “seasonal” chili. 😉
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
Seeking Joy – a Dizain poem
Thoughts go racing wildly around my brain
nameless horrors that painfully sear
into my memory so filled with pain
heart fluttering with anxiety and fear
loneliness aches, cry a single tear.
I must somehow carry on, be brave
find the sun and from darkness I must save
joy that was mine before the nights grew cold
merry songs not dirges sung before the grave
evenings warm and gay, stars bright and bold.
For dVerse Poets – More Dizain
“The dizain is a poem of ten lines with ten syllables per line and a rhyme pattern ababbccdcd.”
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
Hello, my name is JP and I’m a serial of Tsundokuist. What the heck is that? Glad you asked. From our good friends at Wikipedia:
Tsundoku (Japanese: 積ん読) is acquiring reading materials but letting them pile up in one’s home without reading them.
I read a quote somewhere, sometime ago that one of the greatest treasures of life if a pile of unread books. Oh I agree! When I was a child, I read constantly and adored it. From my mid-teens until my mid thirties, I read mostly “study” stuff. Self help, self improvement, philosophy, religion, with the occasional smut um er, I mean romance novel thrown in for good measure. I enjoyed reading for knowledge but I had forgotten the pure delight of reading just for the fun of it. Continue reading “Confessions of a serial Tsundokuist”
Queenstown is the Extreme Sports capital of New Zealand, probably of the world. Name an extreme sport and chances are if it’s not readily available, they can arrange it for you. So what do two, non-sports (much less extreme sports) oriented older people do in Queenstown? We’ve taken the bus into “The Remarkables” shopping area, wandered the town’s back streets and lakeside neighborhoods. We’ve walked along the lake and stopped for tea and scones at a wonderful little coffee shop or two. Been revitalized at the Hilton’s wonderful spa. For our final day of wanderings, we set back across Lake Wakatipu to the Queenstown docks and the Queenstown Gardens. Continue reading “Wide Eyed Wanderings — Queenstown Gardens, New Zealand”
For the Just Jot it January # 17 brought to us by lindaghill.com, thanks Linda
Many thanks to John Holton for today’s prompt: Inch
My writing exercise for today:
“Write a 100 word story about a single moment, a conversation at breakfast, a personal decision, an interaction with a stranger. Any single moment focus on the detail of that moment.”
Inch by Inch
Step by step, inch by inch, she crept closer. The moment between one foot coming down soundlessly in front of the other. Her breath was quiet and still. Tiny sounds came to her from the alleyway. A mouse skittering to it’s hole, a moth mindlessly bumping against the globe of the street lamp, the sounds of people coming and going, living and breathing; out of sight on the other side of the darkness. Shadows moved across the ground, clouds passing over the moon high in the sky as her eyes adjusted to the deep gloom of the alley. She waited.
Word count 100
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
Star knelt on the dry sand, watching the waves. She wore her leathers and all her weapons, but no armor. Armor wasn’t a good idea on a sea voyage. Continue reading “The Ship Came at Dawn”
Painting Class
Susan stood before the canvas, brush in hand, contemplating. She stepped back to survey her handiwork. It was good.
Gill and Joann approached and peered over her shoulder.
“That’s the ugliest tree I’ve ever seen,” Joann complained.
Gill jumped to Susan’s defense. “What do you mean? That’s a beautiful tree.”
Susan stood there silently, looking back and forth between the two of them. Finally, she threw down her brushes and stomped out of the studio.
Groans filled the classroom when Joann and Gill read the title of the painting. “Self Portrait.”
Word count 91
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
I am studying forms of flash fiction, this piece is part of my “lesson” today regarding 100 word stories and the blank spaces in between.
“Write a 500 word story on any subject. Now pare it down to 250 then 100. How can you work with the gaps to build excitement.”
Thanks to Lindaghill.com for the Just Jot it January challenge day 8 and to Ritu for the prompt: Self
Wide Eyed Wonderings 