Run Wild

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Hi 🙂

I think I strayed a little from Michelle’s brief, but I quite like what came of my dabbling!

Michelle gave me the title of this post, and asked that I wrote a poem about “an ivory poacher having a change of heart”.

Technically, I wrote about a rich white guy in about the 1800s who usually pays for people to get him the ivory in order to make money from it, but goes along for the hunt this time…an act that was not illegal or particularly frowned upon until the 1970s and 80s.  So not a poacher, unless you use the more general term of “any encroachment on another’s property, rights, ideas, or the like”.

I would say killing an Elephant for its tusks violates its rights…

 

Run Wild

 

A rivalry

For ivory

Is pointless, ‘far as I can see;

Barbarically

We wait ‘neath trees

With guns to fell what should be free.

 

elephant close up

What paltry sums

To lift said guns;

At once to murderers become!

Orphan the young –

Once deed is done

Let noble carcass rot in sun…

 

My education came to naught

If empathy was seldom taught!

 

Once witnessed, ne’er be forgot:

That worth of life cannot be bought.

 

The words just flowed out in this rather pompous style for the first verse (they often do when I try to rhyme) and I just went with it,  knowing that people today don’t write like this!  As hubby pointed out, however, there are still those with too much money who think it is good sport to kill large animals, so the above is topical even if not exactly on task 😉

Sorry Michelle, your recent specs have made me think, but also kinda cheat!!! Thanks muchly for all you send my way, however *grins*.

 

I shall try and dream up a new sticky post this evening, to keep writing material that you lovely readers want to see on here (or at least approximations of it…haha).

 

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At Rainbow’s End

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Hi there 🙂

Apologies to all!  Two days without writing!!  Eeeek!!!

As I put on my Facebook page, I was feeling pretty yuck all day Friday and I decided to abandon hopes of writing anything coherent.  I did mean to hop back on here yesterday (Saturday) with two new pieces instead, written in the evening when everything got a bit quieter and my sludgy thoughts would have a chance to maybe band together.  Unfortunately my kids are very good at giving cuddles and Hubby thought I really needed the rest and didn’t wake me when I fell asleep around 8.30pm…

So here I am about 6 hours later, typing you a poem I wrote when I woke up!

Alana, one of my lovely longstanding ‘Comfy’ readers, is not on Facebook but text me:

 

“What about a poem about, say, a young single mum wondering what’s in the actual pot at the end of the rainbow?”

 

Interesting…

 

My prince will come…

But he’ll be dumb.

(Cos that’s the usual rule of thumb)

 

No beans for me

Or Hatter’s tea

(Or Granny, dressed as a fairy)

rainbow with couple

Wildlife or elves?!

Housework myself

(Work like Cinders, for no wealth)

 

My ‘chosen’ child

Ain’t meek, or mild.

(No prophesy for us got filed)

 

My special quests?

To get her dressed.

(In healthy food, keep her impressed…)

 

At rainbow end

I’d like a friend:

Someone on which I could depend.

 

I wonder what

Is in that pot

(Some leftovers?  Encrusted grot?)

 

To me pure gold

Is rather cold

For some adventurer so bold…

 

I am not sure the last three verses are in the correct order, but I ran out of time.  The rhymes were eluding me a bit 😉 hopefully you get what points etc I was going for, anyway?

Ok, I’d better hop off and get back to bed.  My joints are hurting and I am not sitting in Eldest’s padded swivel chair over my laptop (cos it’s after 2.30am) but hunched in Hubby’s wooden one at the PC. 

I’m restless, but definitely NOT comfy, hahahahaha!

I will try and whip up at least one more creative offering before the day’s over.  Sorry again for seeming to disappear before – I’m still alive and I love you all really!!

 

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Tomorrow

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Hello 🙂

Katie was in control again today (I love that I have repeat contributors!  Do feel free to jump in if you’re new to giving me material, however.  Then become one of my regulars…)

I was to have a title of Tomorrow, my character was to be “a sailor (male) with a broken boat” and he was to appear in a poem.

I wrote while our boys were at their educational establishment(s):

 

Tomorrow

 

It’s a slow seep

Around my feet

A listing barely felt;

 

In open sea

Just life, and me:

Resolve begins to melt.

picture of beaten up boat

The dip of oars

The pelt that pours

A rhythm set off kilter;

 

A madd’ning wait:

The lap of fate

My universe’s filter.

 

To row for shore,

Or bail once more

Is all the choice I have;

 

Upend this boat

And pray I’ll float –

Through oceans carve a path?

 

My pretty wife!

Long fought-for life!

In thoughts, while fins skirt ‘round;

 

Strong, steady hands

This catch will land –

Lay, choking, on dry ground…

 

Not often that I do a rhyming one these days, thanks for the ideas Katie!!

I urgently need some more suggestions on this Facebook post, please!  Gotta keep my random wheels nicely oiled…

See you tomorrow 🙂

 

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Spritely Hickory

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Hello!

 

I have gone back to my old format just for one day, in order to give you all some time to read my new sticky post and get involved (see below).

C’mon, you know you want to…!  I have comments already, so join the queue…Hubby informs me that Sandra has provided me with tomorrow’s prompts, and Katie for Wednesday’s! Yaaay!

 

I plumped for Textfixer to get my nine words, just because I am a coward and didn’t want to brave Jimpix on a Monday 😉

 

Textfixer screenshot

 

Blinding  Curve  Light  Germ  Aerobatic  Sprite  Hickory  Bounce  Sponge

 

Bullies blinding me

To the upward curve of your mouth,

I walk outwith your favourable light;

Each creative germ squashed

By their aerobatic words.

depressed girl

Some invisible sprite

Holds the hickory to my legs;

I fail to bounce out of range –

Ever the sponge

For their negativity.

 

 

 

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The Agreement

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Hi 🙂

Today I changed the rules, and reworked my ‘sticky post’ on my Facebook page so my lovely followers could suggest a sentence to use in a very short story (that I had to construct in 20 mins); and also tell me whether the sentence should be:

  1. The opening phrase
  2. The closing line

Or

  1. If I could use it anywhere in the story

 

Sandy stepped up first, and gave me this line to use: “unless by prior agreement”.  She left it to me to decide where I inserted it into my story, so I set 20 mins on the timer and got to work…

 

I hadn’t taken anyone with me.  That was my first mistake.  There would be many others, but…yeah.  No one to hold my hand, ask the right questions – remind me that everything would look better on the other side.

I’m not sure what was said afterwards.  I remember that the floor felt better than the chair.  Sturdier, stronger, less likely to shift beneath me.  It was reassuring to know it was still there.

I remember that the nurses all had perfume that competed, and made me feel a bit like I was on a sedate hen night.  They all talked at once, as I floated into bed.Pixabay nurse

It was morning. I was dazzled by the sunshine slanting through the blind.

My husband got a free parking pass; unheard of “unless by prior agreement”.  A nurse joked about my VIP status.  I wondered who to complain to – whether this situation meant I had to be ‘graceful’ for the rest of my days.

Strangely, I didn’t think of Jamie until the lunch trays arrived.  How jealous he’d be that I got to eat strawberry jelly on a Wednesday!

 

I couldn’t decide what exactly the backstory for this piece should be.  I was going to write ‘midwives’ at first, but I thought ‘nurses’ gave more scope for the reader’s imagination? 

My red spidery scrawl is littered with lines through words, but I feel I am using the word ‘that’ a lot this week.  It’s bugging me.

I can’t get away from my old pal alliteration, either.  Subconsciously scribbled sentences, saturated senseless with whispered words sporting similar sounds! Torture…

 

Thanks to Sandy for the inspiration!! Hope you like what I came up with 😉

Tomorrow it is Sheelagh’s turn.  I have not looked at her comment on the ‘sticky post’ further than where she indicates it is an opening line she has for me.  Don’t want to spoil my surprise before my writing session tomorrow…

Hop over to my page and add yourself to the little queue of brain sparks that is building in the sticky post!  I look forward to using your contribution in a future post…I’m stupidly excited about the whole challenge, truth be told. I will get a notification that you’ve posted a comment, but won’t look at it until your turn in the queue, so I can’t write stuff in my head from your phrase, days in advance and kinda cheat.  Cos where’s the nervous fun in that?!

What better motivator than someone depositing a completely random gift in my creative lap, and me having to make it fly in a crazily short space of time?! 😛  🙂

 

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My First Facebook Collaboration!!

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Hello out there!

I was thinking about all the wonderful peeps who support my ramblings here. Most of them hang out on Facebook of an evening (around kid and dinner stuff, etc).  I usually use my Facebook page solely to post new content, but that kinda gets stale on your timeline after a while, doesn’t it?!

So I asked for one word to be commented from each of my Facebook readers, with the promise that I would construct a poem from the first nine.  I am happy to say I reached my quota pretty quickly, and the results are below 🙂 (nervous drumroll…)

 

Disassociate  Empathy  Magical  Charlatan  Reflective  Anomaly  Happy  Rainclouds  Error

 

I never quite disassociate myself

From that scared little girl

With blonde hair and glasses,

Not receiving empathy

For the wounds she couldn’t describe.

 

Partly stood in magical worlds

Where she was omnipotent;

It was hard to face a reality

Where her benevolent acts were shunned.

pixabay cartton girl with glasses

As she learned, the teenage her

Grew a charlatan shell

Only gaining soulfood

In a deep reflective trance.

 

A walking anomaly,

She felt distanced from happy

So embraced the rainclouds

And wrote of their flight.

 

And that was not an error;

She did it well, and now

Has taught herself to fly.

 

I think our bonding,

Through life gifted outside of our self,

Has served us very well.

 

Big hugs to: (in order of appearance) Sandy, Katie, Amanda, Donna, Emma, Jenny, Hannah, Stephanie and Michelle 😉 Great words…I only had seconds left to circle them at the end of my 15 mins!!

Hope you all approve of the outcome…!

 

[Pic from here, original FB post here]

 

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A Bathful Of Rubies

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Hello!

 

Today’s is a familiar tale of a tortured soul, and her subsequent demise. Cue violin music, moody lighting, long dark hair, Emo clothing…

 

screenshot for 22.10.17

 

Standing  Wash  Increase  Stick  Oatmeal  Disappear  Fairies  Clip  Bath

 

I’m standing alone,

Wash the tears from my face

Increase of anxieties

Stick bad thoughts in place.

pixabay pic of girl smoking in bath

Your face over oatmeal

Makes hope disappear,

Away with the fairies?

You clip my wings here.

 

A bath fills with rubies:

A bottle of pills

A knife flashes silver

And my heart is stilled.

 

I was throwing out vocals for hubby’s songwriting yesterday, as he had asked me to, for part of his birthday present (inexpensive experience gift, and all that).  It was so much fun!! There was no set tune for either song, so I made it up as I went along.  He has about two years’ record of collaboration on the Kompoz site, so there has been a warm reception to our session, which is very flattering!!

We used a cheap mic from Amazon, with half the echo on, and made the MP3s through Audacity

Rust Belts is my attempt at soul, Isabella Belladonna is a more a nod to Leonard Cohen (if you click the links, you can access the songs through the thumbnail pic on the top left of the screen you get to). 

I just sang hubby’s lyrics the way I heard them in my head, and you’ll know (if you are a regular reader) that is a rather random place to spring from… 😉

Hope you enjoy Hubby’s hard work!!

 

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Hubby Birthday

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Hiya 😉

 

screenshot for 21.10.17

Heartless  Justice  Beeswax  Heritage  Headlock  Scanner  Analysis  Ash  Lick

 

It would be heartless of me

Hubby,

If on your birthday

I didn’t try and do you justice

In a poem.

 

(Even with crazy words like ‘beeswax’

And ‘heritage’

Having me in a headlock;

And your dusty scanner

Looking at me in disgust

For not using it yesterday)

 

I should still offer you some

Loving analysis,

Tell you that you are amazing

And make our lives a better place

By being in it;

Cos it’s all true.

 

But, unfortunately, I have to go

And build some tangent

About ash trees;

And dogs that have a tendency to lick people.

 

Sorry…

 

 

 

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Watching Them Shoal

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Hi 🙂

IJimpix offering for 20.10.17t’s a Jimpix day, and I faffed about with the meanings of the words, as is my licenced wont 😉 I even threw in a bit of alliteration.  Shocker!

If you read the links for the words, my poem might make a bit more sense – and my play may be revealed.  But there are no guarantees 😛

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bug   Shoal   Homesick   Saffron    Oxygen   Luff   Walnut   Plutonic   Vibrant

 

It never fails to bug me,

Watching them shoal.

 

My homesick heart hurts,

Stigma stains me saffron.

 

Oxygen ousted,

They luff me

And my sails deflate.

 

(Not bad for a walnut,

Rattling in a void)

 

No solid plutonic relationship

Can form with this girl –

Her volcano’s still vibrant.

(So don’t be intrusive)

 

 

 

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Flag Mold

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Hiya!

I went with the American spelling that Random Word Generator gave me today, and left out the ‘u’ in ‘mold’.  My Word document didn’t like that very much.  I then left off the British ‘s’ ending for ‘toward’ to try and not mix the poem up too much.  I did indeed feel rebellious 😉screenshot for 19.10.17

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rotation  Devote  Criticism  Feather  Praise  Arrow  Mold  Size  Flag

 

It was a kind of weird rotation:

Their willingness to devote time

To overwhelming criticism

Of every move I made.

 Pic of woman, isolated on sea stone

I wish I could say

That I batted each dig aside

Like some inconsequential feather

Floating on a gentle breeze…

 

I have had huge amounts of praise,

So much that I should have direction;

My compass arrow toward success –

But that was not my mold.

 

I let them slice me up

To a more manageable size;

Curled in upon myself

And raised that bleached-out flag.

 

Over a score years later,

I am weary of waiving.

 

The plans are all written

And change is afoot.

 

 

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