Once again the folks at Magpie Tales pull out a visual prompt that sends me to places I didn't know existed. I adore when that happens. Interesting, too, that while the place is unknown, the inner workings of the person turns out to be remarkably like you. Perhaps.
I borrowed the words to inspire my poem from Terry Tempest Williams Book, When Women Were Birds. The words she loaned me were Beyond, Walking & Blue.
Fellini Told Me So It Must Be True
Blue on Blue on Blue
Sky ocean eyes
beginning irrelevant
ending unnoticed
passion served on the page-plate.
Music pushes the pencil
beyond vibe of the electric guitar.
Waves play the sound
of unraised light switches
last year’s Christmas lights
yearning to be lit,
wrapped in a neat
not quite circle
across baggies filled
with silvery Santa Clauses.
She walks to the attic
to push the Easter boxes away.
Chattering jogger won’t stop -
unable to hear the gentle mama bird
won’t quietly blush at the sea lion’s
romantic interlude wooing the
Plein air writer. She understands
what it means to take a morning
walk beyond the boundaries
Grey on grey on grey
Path Fog Walrus
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Julie Jordan Scott
has been a Life & Creativity Coach, Writer, Facilitator
and Teleclass Leader since 1999. She is also an award
winning Actor, Director, Artist and Mother
Extraordinaire. She was twice the StoryTelling Slam
champion in Bakersfield. She leads Writing Camp with JJS &
this Summer will be traveling throughout the US to bring this
unique, fun filled creative experience to the people wherever she
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Today's OctPoWrimo prompt was RANDOM. Something happened last night which was
completely random, so I decided to use that as my inspiration. I may write more poetry later as I used a different form today - the Etheree - and it (also randomly?) makes me want to experiment.
I may pick a strange fact out of a bowl and write of it. That sounds like fun!
For now.... a random meeting on my front porch last night lived again for you:
I love writing challenges partly because they teach me new forms, take me to new heights and occasionally make me angry. Today I decided to try writing an ancient Celtic form of poetry. I was trying a different form of Englynn (trying to be oh-so-fancy) but decided against it.
So, without a proper photo illutration... since my cell phone with camera is AWOL.... I am posting a couple OTHER reflection my first ever Englynn here with my friends from OctPoWriMo.
Julie Jordan Scott
has been a Life & Creativity Coach, Writer, Facilitator
and Teleclass Leader since 1999. She is also an award
winning Actor, Director, Artist and Mother
Extraordinaire. She was twice the StoryTelling Slam
champion in Bakersfield. She leads Writing Camp with JJS &
this Summer will be traveling throughout the US to bring this
unique, fun filled creative experience to the people wherever she
finds the passion & the interest.
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Alert readers: This is a poem written in character. I took the prompt I wrote for OctPoWriMo today very seriously.
First, I brainstormed some questions on a sheet of paper.
Then I tore them the questions up...
up and drew this one:
So there you have it. My OctPoWriMo day two assignment from myself is to write a character poem about someone you don't like written in the voice of an adoring fan.
I kind of stuck with my own suggestion but wow, it was harder than you would think.
So - here goes nothing.
Seventy Five Minutes on Tuesday
The way he micromanages takes the worry off my fragile
shoulders.
His use of ethnic accents and voices of handicapped people
is charming.
I don’t know why some people find it offensive...
He is generous and compliments me profusely each time we meet.
I don’t know why that one woman with the red hair told me to watch out,
“A wolf in sheep’s clothing is he.”
She just doesn’t understand the complexity he wears behind his classes
The inner creative spirit that roams through his book he needs to feed
and constantly, I mean constantly needs absolutely regular musing.
It's been a while since I have participated in Three Word Wednesday. Today is my first day post surgery where I feel practically back to normal. I don't want to overdo it, but I do want to put into words what's going on with me.
This week's words:
Chance; noun: A possibility
of something happening; the occurrence and development of events in the absence
of any obvious design; adjective: Fortuitous; accidental; verb: [no object] do
something by accident or without design; [with object] informal do (something)
despite its being dangerous or of uncertain outcome.
Entice; verb [with object]:
Attract or tempt by offering pleasure or advantage.
Savor;
verb:
Relish, enjoy, (to the full), appreciate, delight in, revel in, luxuriate in,
bask in; noun: Smell, aroma, fragrance, scent, perfume, bouquet; taste, flavor,
tang, smack.
The Fan: Wednesday, September 26 at 11:36 am.
The fan moves air back and forth and back and forth each
Time swiping wind across my face, a wind anti-shield
It spackles my face in pain.
Or more accurately, it rakes my newborn scar
With slashes of daggers
It isn’t chance
So I move the flow of the fan so I may still feel its
Each week, three words are posted. We write something using the
words.
Then come back to #3WW and post a link to the
contribution with Mr. Linky (but please, link to the exact post, not your
blog, by clicking on the exact post titleand paste it to
Mr. Linky below). As always, there's no hard-and-fast rule that you
have to post on Wednesday.
But I invite everyone to check back often to
read and comment on other contributions. This is, after all, a community
for writers who clamor for feedback.
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Image from Magpie Tales ~ a close up view of just a segment of Flying Down, 2006, by David Salle
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Miss Foley turned Mrs. Downing turned to Garden State
Parkway or Mass Turnpike
Or is she walking slow down the avenue in my old neighborhood?
Each time,
it seems,
though maybe not exactly,
well I’m not sure.
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How delightful to write again from a visual prompt from Magpie Tales!
Earlier today, before I even saw the prompt, I had a discussion with my interior about using forms, specifically the pantoum form, because it is like a mixing spoon, bringing words up and over one another slowly, methodically until they become a delectable bite to eat. (Perhaps it is the opening line that brings forth the food metaphor.)Thank you for visiting & reading. I always love your comments more than you can imagine!
One spoonful moves, involuntarily
Blue shirted man lifts its yellowness
Resolute in his assertion all hay must
I must insure hay serves its intended purpose
Blue shirted man lifts its yellowness
Unpopped corn kernals, dried tears left behind
“I must insure hay serves its intended purpose”
Are the sunflower pimples stubborn or surrendered?
Unpopped corn kernals, dried tears left behind
Words not even standing, waiting, beside the edge of her lip
Are the sunflower pimples stubborn or surrendered?
They don’t even know the feeling of a pencil or air or
Words not even standing, waiting, beside the edge of her lip
Julie Jordan Scott has been a Life & Creativity Coach, Writer, Facilitator and Teleclass Leader since 1999. She is also an award winning Actor, Director, Artist and Mother Extraordinaire. She was twice the StoryTelling Slam champion in Bakersfield. She leads Writing Camp with JJS & this Summer will be traveling throughout the US to bring this unique, fun filled creative experience to the people wherever she finds the passion & the interest.
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