I became poetic while cooking last night;
My muse came on as quesadillas browned.
It all began when I thought out with delight,
“I drain the milky whey from my cheese.”
This awful pun did set me off;
I no longer could think in prose.
Though normally I would stop and scoff,
My mind wouldn’t leave that phrase alone.
So now I put it here on my blog
And hope this brings me relief.
I’m sinking in a wordplay bog
But maybe now I’ll get free.
Here comes Singles Awareness… I mean Valentines Day again. This year, various conversations have reminded me of a set of words that I absolutely despise.
What words? Girlfriend and boyfriend.
Why?
Taking girlfriend as an example, since I’m a guy, here’s my reasoning for not using these words. Continue reading
I miss the rain that fell
as summer ended months ago.
Gray sky today speaks of rain;
it won’t really come till spring.
Waiting, sighing, pleading
for the
pretty
rain
to
fall.
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Dear, dear wonderful 45 degrees,
Stay awhile. Please.
Melt the snow. Make it warm.
Run a temperature if you like. I’ll keep you company until you feel better.
Just don’t leave. That would be sad.
Hooray! It’s a new year!
If I were to write a summary of 2011, well, we’d be here a long time. Both because of the length of the post and because I would be hard pressed to put much of 2011 into words. Things happened that I can’t even coherently talk about to myself.
Regardless, it’s been one eye-opening, busy, fun, scary, exciting, wild ride. And we’re just getting started.
Here comes another year with all its challenges and opportunities. Check your chute, ’cause we’re going in.
Shifting shadows around my bed
Recall a nightmare that filled me with dread.
I’m afraid to get up as I sit here and quake,
But, now calming down, I do a double take.
Though fear is still present, I become aware
That I cannot remember what gave me a scare.
And replacing the terror, annoyance now grows.
I could’ve used that in my next work of prose!
With discontented mutterings filling my brain,
I snuggle up with my pillow and fall asleep again.
I’m surprised at myself. I spent the last four or five months of my life directing a web series and I never mentioned it on this blog about my life!
Well. Month of the Novel is a comedy web series based on NaNoWriMo. The show chronicles the adventures of a writer and her characters as she attempts to write 50,000 words in 30 days. It was designed to give NaNoWriMo participants a hilarious five-minute break from writing each week in November. Continue reading
I’m desperately dancing
’round an underfoot hound.
As about me she’s prancing
in excitement unbound.
She wants to come in!
She wants to go out!
She just has to see
if there’s a critter about!
And then since there’s not
she really must show
precisely how much she loves me and so
she piles wet kisses upon my elboww.
(Which caused that typo up above.
How dangerous can be puppy love!)
You used to be an inspiring sight as you floated above my head.
I craned my neck to see you soaring, or laid on my back in the tickly grass and dreamed as you changed shape before my eyes.
You filled my mind with whimsical thoughts and flights of fancy as you effortlessly hung high in midair, leaving me breathless.
So.
Why did you have to shatter into so many tiny pieces and drift down here for me to step on?
Why couldn’t you stay where you were so majestic to look at?
And why did you have to be so cold when you got here?
Sigh.
My dreams are torn apart when I realize you’re not what I let myself believe you were.
But I’ll keep believing it anyway…
I used to think rain was an annoyance. It was something that made my day dreary. I would see the rain through the window and immediately slow down. The day became a drag and my work suffered for it.
Something changed recently and now I look forward to the rain. Seeing it on the forecast brightens my week. And I’m disappointed if a chance of showers doesn’t hold true.
But why? Continue reading
