I tripped and fell upon her scaled shell,
Her feet nowhere to be seen.
She looked at me, somewhat disparagingly
asking me why I’m so mean.
She took my hand and dragged me from land.
Your mermaid is not what she seemed.
~~
Written for the Gargleblaster challenge #168.
I haven’t been writing much lately. Whether that is a matter of dried wells of creativity or life getting in the way, I have been denying the reality when it comes to my lack of imagination.
I wish, with every fiber of my being, that I could plunge back into that benevolent ocean of words and ideas and feel buoyant in those familiar waters. I wish I could ride on the waves of imagery and fantasy and surf on the crest of that elusive swell of inspiration. But lately the words evade me. I am a helpless surfer sitting in the middle of a tranquil body of water with no tides to move my motionless board.
I need a storm in my brain to strike and gain some momentum. I need the winds to tickle the chimes in my stagnant imagination and create a funnel cloud that gathers stories in its fury-filled path. I need that still ocean to become animated and my lifeless board to carve its way through a sea of new tales.
Or maybe, I just need to write.
I miss reading blogs. I miss catching up with the friends I have come to know in this little slice of creative heaven. And I miss having all of my writing cylinders firing at the same time. If my life had a movie title it would be “Life Interrupted”.
The summer hospitality chaos begins a week tomorrow but with that chaos comes a reasonably regular schedule and a chance to corral the myriad of thoughts in my head and the opportunity to pin them down (I hope).
May the writing Gods nod in my direction and may my creative world ease back into its natural orbit in the WordPress galaxy!
Passionate kisses,
lingering in your memory,
long after lips reluctantly parted,
long after skin had grazed skin,
long after the hand had caressed your cheek.
Passionate kisses,
leaving subtle images in your mind,
bookmarking the first page of romance in your story,
creating a smile that will give away your wish-filled thoughts,
leaving the rest of the pages open to be written.
Passionate kisses
that were the beginning of a wistful romance.
Kisses that would dapple the remaining chapters
of a grand story of love with their depth of emotion.
Passionate kisses
that would tell a tale like no other.
~~
Written for the 100 Word Song Challenge at My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog.
I am admittedly in a slump. Usually I have to fight off the writing demons in my brain and ask them to speak one at a time. Lately it seems they have staged a coup and the only sound seeping from my cranium is crickets.
Sometimes I see brief snapshots of what those writing demons look like, laid back in the lounge at the back of my brain, crushed velvet smoking jackets on and snifters of Remy XO in their greedy little fists. Those bastards didn’t even invite me to the party!
Little do they know that after my mom’s service on Wednesday, I am cleaning house. Those reclining leather loungers are gone and in their place will be some relatively uncomfortable and completely motionless wooden chairs. The smoking jackets are going to Salvation Army and that Remy XO is mine!
I have the movers ready to help with the refurnishing and a yard-sale is being planned for the ornate wall decorations they seem to have collected over the years. Hopefully the extreme measures will help and the fruits of my labor will be rewarded with words. If not, I know a cheap writing team that may be available next week. They were pretty good for a while but they’re so damned stubborn sometimes!!
I have been devoid of words for the last few days. I have felt unmotivated to read or write and that is very unlike me. I have no clear excuse for the change in my patterns, but have felt a shift in my mood. A funk seems to have settled in the corners of my brain and is spreading like a low-lying fog making everything in its path disappear.
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I took my dog for a walk this morning and this was the sky that followed us as we forged ahead. Perhaps it is a sign to me that the light will shine through once again and life will get back to normal. I have missed reading blogs by my fellow WPer’s and vow to kick these blahs to the curb and feel that flow of creativity once again.
I hope you all have a happy Friday and a great weekend to follow.
I feel his stare before I am aware of his presence.
If I had to, I could answer my own question.
I know why he suddenly appears.
My dad said he would always be with me.
The owl only proves his promise.
~~
Written for the Gargleblaster #160.
We’re turning to The Carpenters for this week’s ultimate question. This song has been stuck in my head since the gargleblaster started.
Why do birds suddenly appear?
Give us your answer in 42 words. We know you all know the next line in the song. Let’s see if you can make us think of something different. Take it out of context of the original song and help me clear my head!
Time slows.
The air is chilled.
My breath lingers as vapor
and I feel you near.
Neither tick nor tock
echo in the hallway.
Hands are frozen and each clock, like you,
is suspended between life and death.
Which light is stronger?
~~
Written for the Gargleblaster at YeahWrite.
This week’s ultimate question was suggested by Erica M, and comes from Alice Munro’s short story A Real Life.
Have all your clocks stopped?
Give us your answer in 42 words. You don’t need to include the question in your response, but make sure your answer stands alone. What do we mean? Write down the question. Write down your response. Now cover the question with your hand and read your answer out loud. Does it still make sense when you don’t know the question? That’s what we’re looking for. Be creative, and remember: no family allowed!
I consider myself to be an extremely lucky person. I am fortunate enough to call many people friends and have them reciprocate that sentiment. There was a saying I remember hearing as a teenager that really stuck with me – “Friends are the family you choose for yourself”.
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My friends are scattered far and wide. Some I get to spend many hours with and share philosophies and laughter and others are located in other cities, provinces and countries, even continents. Some I have never met face to face. We also share the same ideals and sense of camaraderie but we do it through cyber space and across the blogosphere.
There are no lines of latitude or longitude that can divide a friendship. Those relationships can span time and distance and there is great comfort knowing that the strength in those friendships gives us the ability to pick up where we left off even after months of being apart.
I have received an overwhelming amount of support from all of my friends, near and far. Whether they are known in my physical reality or in my cyber reality, the strength and encouragement I have been given has been monumental to getting me through a very trying time.
I wanted to say thank you to all of my friends for really being there for me and sending your words of love and optimism. Although by kilometers and miles we may seem worlds apart, your words bring you close and keep you in my heart.
The shaking came suddenly. I had never seen him before but something about him made every hair on the back of my neck stand at attention. His pores oozed malevolent intentions. I had never feared being on my own in the past but, with one look into his eyes, all of that changed.
I got into my car and locked the doors. The engine came to life on the first try and I maneuvered around the corners in the parking garage as quickly as my limited driving skills would allow. His face burns my memory. His stare haunts my dreams.
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Written for the 100 Word Song challenge at My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog. This week’s song is I’m Shaking by Jack White. I’m not sure what prompted this story and I hope I don’t run into this guy!!
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