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Something I Wrote Today

5. Share something you wrote today. Week Ten for Welcome to My Reality.

Coffee

Brown magic liquid
Brings warmth and joy to my soul
Coffee divine Ahhhhh.

Haiku – 5/7/5 – written February 20, 2014. I wrote it on paper, but got it on to my computer today.

Six word memoirs – February 25, 2014. Ideas from The True Secret of Writing by Natalie Goldberg.

Time’s a wasting, get busy now.

Felt the heat, got out quick.

Teach and learn both forever entwined.

Not the ugliest on the beach.

Clueless klutz falls for any thing.

Words on a napkin thrown away.

Brain is in for repair, sorry.

Brain at the cleaner, retrieval soon.

Lists with a starter line to bind them together… Ideas from The True Secret of Writing by Natalie Goldberg.

I want to tell you…

I’m thinking of…

I’m looking at…

How can I love my life…

How can I live my life with you in it?
Socks strewn in random attempt
Draped across, not meant to fit.
Too jarring least I prompt.

Yuck – I did not like that attempt – I was trying to rhyme abab.

Others… Ideas from The True Secret of Writing by Natalie Goldberg.

What do you carry?

What are the simplest things of all?

Before I leave, I want to tell you…

What remains of ________ (fill in a person or place) in me.

What remains of my father in me.
Is tarnished with the blast of past.
Long gone are the days of blissful glee,
Now soured by age and truth at last.

Now longer held in high esteem,
Gone is that glory youth held so dear.
Infidelity touched us all it seems
Broke apart and ripped it clear.

I understand what my young mind lost
Time does tell the blatant choice.
That caused the rift and paid the cost.
Our family lost its lilting voice.

These are merely scribbles not anything overly impressive - I am only playing here. Trying to force the rhyme pattern to ‘abab’. Not so fabulous. Testing the water so to speak. I gathered some lines from Natalie Goldberg's The True Secret of Writing and wrote the out - expanding on them and letting my mind play. See where the images would take me. The poem above is something I need to work out. Interesting how you know something as a child and understand in that little child mind - the one that sees black and white and appreciates my mother, who was hurt by the infidelity, yet still let her child love that father beyond the situation. My mother put all the blame on the supposed 'friend' who caused the rift - but as an adult I see the grays of the situation and I rear back - knowing that my father was as much to blame as the b****. He followed his elemental, physical self and ruined our family life or what there was of it. That angers me. There were other ways to fix what was not working, but what he did is harder to forgive, but forgive I must, or I will rot with it.
So that was my writing day....something. And something feels better.




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