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Competitions and Spring is a GO!

I’ve taken a little break from the old blog. NaPoWriMo took a bit out of me and I think I needed to let my brain settle again after having to think in poetry for 30 days straight. It was a great challenge though and I’m glad that I did it!

In addition to being a place that I am fascinated with, Ireland seems to appreciate literary arts at an extraordinary level. I follow writing.ie and a few other Irish Twitter feeds from the industry and it’s pretty cool to see all that is going on over there to promote, inspire and celebrate authors of all kinds.

Writing.ie in particular has a ton of resources and interesting articles. Recently, I submitted an essay for their Mining Memories page and it was fun to read what others were submitting. Everyone has such a unique story or memory to share. You can read mine HERE

They also have links to writing competitions. I am now aiming to submit to a short story competition this summer. It’s fun to consider what I should write about and I like committing to a challenge that has a deadline. I’ve two and a half months to come up with something worth submitting.

I’m not sure if this is arrogance or confidence. I think I have the talent that it takes to write an award-winning piece. Perhaps not this year, but I do think that at some point I will. What I need to do now is get focused, get writing with more consistency and take workshops to hone my skills. It’s one thing to believe I could do it and quite another to apply myself. Consider this a declaration that any of you are welcome to call me on if I don’t achieve this goal, say, in the next five years.

EEK! Mark that deadline. May 2018.

Icicles in the Tree

Back in reality land … birds have been migrating back in droves and the air is alive once again with their singing. We had a blizzard about a week ago and then POOF! +25 Celsius. What a shock to the body. The frogs came out after that one hot day so as the bird’s quiet down to sleep at night the chorus of frogs takes over. It’s noisy all of the time now. In winter I can hear my heart beating most days it’s so silent. Loons have started calling. Bison calves are being born. Spring is a go! One of my co-workers even got a great photo of a mama bear with triplet cubs walking along a snowy road last Friday. One to two cubs is normal. Three is special.

I’ve been running 5 km with my girls (the Dane and the husky). True, the imp, leaps left and right trying to catch butterflies as they flit up off the warm concrete of the highway as we run along. She’s nearly taken me out at the knees a couple of times but it is cute to watch her chase them while alternately scooping up elk poop for a treat. Mmmmm just like chocolate covered almonds. BLICK!

True and Piper      Charlie

I take my old guy out for his own walk after their run. Yesterday I took him down to see if the ice is starting to go out on the lake yet. There was a whole two feet of open water between the beach and the ice and he promptly marched in, laid down and shoved his head under. And then I couldn’t get him back out. He loved it! At one point he was log rolling up onto the shelf of the ice’s edge and it would slowly buckle and sink under his weight so that he was surfing on a free piece of it for a bit. When it broke up he’d roll up onto the next edge of ice and do it again like some sort of game. Must be nice to have that double retriever coat!

And now… to get back to that writing competition. Write on!

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Posted by on May 9, 2013 in PonderQs

 

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Emancipation of the Heart

Dreaming

dreaming of you

wherever you are it’s not here

or there

or anywhere that I’ve looked as of yet.

 

Surrendering

surrendering the very idea of you

in order to free myself

liberate myself

emancipate myself from a dream that may never come true.

 

I may now walk right on by you and not notice

But I won’t worry for a second about the loss for

I will be too focused on living in the moment

through you, in spite of you, for you and without you,

My life will be great

My hope is that yours will be too

We can try again in the next lifetime, my love.

 

Day 30 NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month)

 

 
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Posted by on May 1, 2013 in PonderQs

 

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Oh Poetry Month

Day 29 NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month

Oh poetry month …

I have enjoyed you

despised you

thrilled at you and now,

am tired of you.

This blog cries out for complete sentences that stretch across the page from margin to margin and that don’t require hidden meanings embedded in them.

Words are meaning and

meaning comes from words crafted carefully and I admit

here and now

that I have not taken as much care as I possibly could have

this month long

this long month

yet

I am still proud to have taken part and exercised my brain, my heart, my creative spirit

and maybe added a layer of depth to my writing

while sharing in the stanzas of others’ efforts.

One more day of prowetress, proetgress to go

Dream on!

prowess … not quite but yes, perhaps a modicum of progress

has been made by this fledgling poet

Save the best for last?

We shall see tomorrow.

 
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Posted by on April 30, 2013 in PonderQs

 

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Grim Fairy Tail

Day 28 NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month)

Rubber boots boots boots

And I’m jumping in the puddles like a

Duck duck GOOSE!

Canada geese have returned

Shake your tail feathers girls, gaggle at the gander

I listen to them squabble late at night as the

Fox searches round, sniffs the ground, sneaks like a hound

Looking for its dinner

Sly guy in Mother Nature’s hen house

There will be a feast tonight

Goosey goosey gander

Where shall I wander?

In my rubber boots boot boots

I will jump in the puddles like a

Duck duck GOOSE on the loose!

 

 

 

 

 

 
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Posted by on April 29, 2013 in PonderQs

 

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All Roads Lead You Home

Ah geez, I’m two days behind on National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) Three more days. Can I do it? Yes! I owe four poems.

Let’s see what I can come up with this day. (Day 26 retroactively)

 

Reach a hand back in time and tell a story

Your story.

Think of the magnitude of decisions made by your ancestors that culminated in

Who you are today.

Do any of us ever really make mistakes?

One day, a Life will look back and say

Thank you.

All roads lead you Home.

 

Day 27 NaPoWriMo

 

One potato

New potato

Baked potato

Floor.

I burned it hard and threw it out the door

No I didn’t.

I ate my

One potato

Tough with shoe leather skin

A carrot

five grape tomatoes

I wish I had some gin.

One potato

New potato

My supper was bereft

Thank goodness for dessert

There’s stale chocolate cake left.

 

 

 

 
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Posted by on April 28, 2013 in PonderQs

 

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Let’s Talk Poverty

Poverty is relative
In the Western world
Even on the street you’ve more rights
Than many round the world
Who have roofs over their heads.

Poverty is not the same as living simply
It’s simply about not having options or choices or the ability to improve one’s standing.

Poverty is crushing
Kills the body, mind and spirit
Poverty steals hope and
Leaves apathy and despair in its wake
Poverty kidnaps childhood.

If those of us who have
Lived with less
Less stuff
Less entitlement
Could we change the tide of poverty and
All rise up together?

I can dream of that equality
I can strive to achieve it
Because I am a Have
Not a Have Not
I have the luxury of considering solutions because
There is a roof over my head
Food in my belly
And education and healthcare when I want or need it.

Day 25 NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month)

 
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Posted by on April 26, 2013 in PonderQs

 

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Cranky Pants Cat

I’m on a cat theme again today. My black cat took a running charge at my pup this morning as I was trying to leave for work and it was like telling two arguing children to settle down and cut it out because the pup hadn’t done anything wrong (this time) … and it was silly so I wrote this for Day 24 NaPoWriMo (Naitonal Poetry Writing Month) 

Cranky pants cat

Spat at me

Hissed at the pup

And scratched her knee.

 

Cranky pants cat

Flattened his ears

Growled at the dog

And swatted her rear.

 

Cranky pants cat

Full of P & V today

Settle down, relax

True just wants to play.

 

Kitty cat Jack

What’s the ruffle in your fur?

Let me scratch your chin

let me hear your purr.

 
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Posted by on April 25, 2013 in PonderQs

 

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