Visits and Creepy Poetry

Well, they’re up to their old tricks again. It’s getting comical at this point. Maybe they’re sending signals because it’s “All Hallows' Eve.” Ah, you know who I mean, don’t you? Yes, it’s them again.

I was driving with my son yesterday and at the stop light, I noticed a license plate on the car in front of me with the birth date of an ex-boyfriend on it; that would be the day, month, and year. (An ex-boyfriend that is still alive, mind you.)

Huh. Interesting.

When I looked at a second car, I noticed it had the word “hug” on it.

Then I looked at a third car where I saw the name of a different ex, and a fourth car that had a word significant to all of this on its license plate. (To protect the names of the innocent, I won’t go into detail here.)

That’s four cars at one stop light; a first time that has happened.

I let it dissipate from my mind, but then on the drive home with my daughter today, I noticed the name of a game my dad used to enjoy playing on the license plate in front of me. That car drove away and the next car said, “Luv,” on it.

Seriously, I think all of these people I’ve lost over the past six or so years are having fun with me, trying to remind me on a day when I’m feeling blue – blue about the state of the world, about the weather, and other personal issues that mean nothing compared to the big picture - that I am actually thought of.

At least by them.

I will leave this Halloween post with a “creepy” poem, written using a prompt from Poetic Asides:

Visit

Shadowy man moves
me to sleeplessness, in the morning
just a picture
hanging
where it’s always been,
slamming
to the floor, hazy hand
demanding
attention

Fun with Form Poetry

Photo by Dariusz Dembinski

My blog has been quiet. I know, I know. It has been on my mind.

As I juggle multiple projects with more jumping into the mix each day, my blog sits here staring at me, giving me a feeling I cannot ignore.

I do have several blog posts started. Instead, today I offer a poem written using a prompt from Poetic Bloomings. Please check out their website for rules of this poetry form known as the Blitz. Here is my attempt:

Trail your Soul

Hike up your skirt
Hike up a steep trail
Trail mix in your bag
Trail your friend
Friend your neighbor
Friend a stranger
Stranger than déjà vu
Stranger is better
Better than normal
Better than routine
Routine is boring
Routine can be meditation
Meditation soothes
Meditation brings peace
Peace of the soul
Peace of the mind
Mind full of nothing
Mind full of love
Love for good
Love even for bad
Bad isn’t always evil
Bad can break your heart
Heart has been worn down
Heart needs a hug
Hug me yesterday
Hug me today
Today tears took me aside
Today I breathe
Breathe the breaths of a lifetime
Breathe the emotion in
In your world I am invisible
In your mind I am gone
Gone to another plane
Gone away too soon
Soon I will be missed
Soon my words dissolved
Dissolved into the wind
Dissolved back into eraser dust
Dust to irritate the senses
Dust thrown to the trash
Trash me with your past
Trash my heart with silence
Silence is calming
Silence is music
Music to a heart in mourning
Music to calm my soul
Soul now trapped inside this life
Soul to be freed one day
Day will appear without warning
Life has been oh so loved

Actually this exercise brought back a blog post I read a while back written by Emily McGee at One Trailing Spouse. She records her funny and informative adventures trailing along with her work-traveling husband. Be sure to check it out!

And thanks for stopping by.

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• Having a grumpy day? I just found this old blog post reminding me of a day when I used my children's words to get us all out of the mood.
• Another blog to visit when you're feeling grumpy, well, uh, because she's funny! Bolton Carley on Wordpress.

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Sunday Fun Day

Our rainstorm the other day reminded us that winter is coming. We had about 3 inches in fifteen minutes, complete with thunder, and lightning that I watched strike not far off in front of me when I went to pick up my daughter. Our backyard is sloped with culverts running through it. Every year they need to be cleaned of pine needles and other debris to clear the path for white water.

We gathered our workers and got started.

They decided it wasn't so bad after all. It was even a little fun.

I took a break and looked at the view.

I even enjoyed the view from the hammock. 

But not for long. I had too many other things to do. 

Later, I went to Barnes and Noble to look over some books on poetry. I bought a hot chocolate and pulled theThe Poetry Toolkit: For Readers and Writersoff the shelf. 

Then I found a cozy chair where I felt at home, across from the theater books. To my left was a man who was also writing, reading, and drinking a Starbucks. We held our cups up at the same time and smiled at each other. 

Ahh . . . bliss. 

My poetry teacher popped into my mind; I thought about the mind-expanding experience I had in her class. (Private message me if you want information on her classes.) Then I decided to check my email where I found a message from her telling me of a poetry anthology in San Diego that is looking for writers.

I love synchronicity. 

My deadline to submit is tomorrow. I guess I'd better sign off and get on it.

Happy almost Monday.