So, I was sitting in Border's bookstore cafe trying to think of something to write about. A prompt, if you will. Just then, from across the cafe, a certain phrase was uttered by a customer ordering a latte or something and suddenly... inspiration hits. Here it is. The phrase was "no foam".
No foam. No one home.
Who's to say what's right or wrong.
Seeking, seeking here.
Now, a little insight. I finished the work at the word "seeking" and then thought "maybe it could be a hiaku". Well, as it turns out I was one syllable away from a proper haiku! So I added the word "here" at the end. Count the syllables! The meter is 5 syllables for the first line, 7 for the second and 5 for the third.
To use a seventh-grade phrase that happens to fit here... I was a poet and I didn't know it*.
Heh heh.
*I must give credit to Christopher because he was instrumental in placing the concept of the haiku in the forefront of my subconscious when he sent me haikus in our courtship. Many thanks for enriching my life, my love! :)
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Prompt 3: There are days when...
There are days when I feel good and days when I don't. There are days when I play my violin and days when I don't. There are days when things are clear and the path is known. There are days when I have no idea where I'm going.
There are days that are warm and days that are cold. Days that are long and days that are short.
Days like daisies, growing as they should.
Days like days like days like days.
There are days when I know things and days when I don't know the same things.
There are dark days with clouds and no thunder to make them exciting. Days in which the weight of the work of day-to-day is too much to bear. Days that cause doubt and days that drag on.
There is To-day but never tomorrow.
Why days and not hours? Days mirror each other so well. Repetition, repeat, boring but necessary.
I can remember days that were better and cold ones that were worse.
Days...
There are days that are warm and days that are cold. Days that are long and days that are short.
Days like daisies, growing as they should.
Days like days like days like days.
There are days when I know things and days when I don't know the same things.
There are dark days with clouds and no thunder to make them exciting. Days in which the weight of the work of day-to-day is too much to bear. Days that cause doubt and days that drag on.
There is To-day but never tomorrow.
Why days and not hours? Days mirror each other so well. Repetition, repeat, boring but necessary.
I can remember days that were better and cold ones that were worse.
Days...
Prompt 2: describe a familiar action
How to drive to school
The first step for a successful drive to school is to do everything perfectly in the morning and don't forget anything. It's the pits to be in the car, garage door open and shut and realize that you forgot X or Y. The second step for a successful drive to school is to bring activities so the drive won't be boring. Twenty minutes is a long time and you'll want choices. Make sure the iphone is full of the latest "Fresh Air" podcasts and you also have a good variety of CD's to choose form. For that matter, make sure the iphone has lots of charge. You want to have the option of calling Mom and/or checking Facebook (at the lights only, of course). The third step for a successful drive to school is to have snacks. Hunger can strike anytime- even on a twenty minute ride.
The last step for a successful ride to school is to relax and enjoy. You've earned it if you completed steps 1-3.
The first step for a successful drive to school is to do everything perfectly in the morning and don't forget anything. It's the pits to be in the car, garage door open and shut and realize that you forgot X or Y. The second step for a successful drive to school is to bring activities so the drive won't be boring. Twenty minutes is a long time and you'll want choices. Make sure the iphone is full of the latest "Fresh Air" podcasts and you also have a good variety of CD's to choose form. For that matter, make sure the iphone has lots of charge. You want to have the option of calling Mom and/or checking Facebook (at the lights only, of course). The third step for a successful drive to school is to have snacks. Hunger can strike anytime- even on a twenty minute ride.
The last step for a successful ride to school is to relax and enjoy. You've earned it if you completed steps 1-3.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Writing Prompt: personify an emotion
Dear Joy,
How are you? Have any new songs been written about you lately? I bet people always expect you at their holidays. It's a lot to live up to. Why don't you always show up when expected? I guess I understand how hard it must be to be invited to everybody's party on the same day... but no invitations on that random Tuesday in February. Are you still hanging out on those college campuses most of the year? Are those other emotions still there... like intensity, immaturity and depression? With so many emotions there I'm sure you don't feel very special.
Anyway, I have some questions I'd love for you to answer. Please write back if you can. How does it make you feel when you show up somewhere unannounced and the people don't recognize you, let alone appreciate you? What emotions do you hold, Joy? Sometimes people lose touch with you- how can they get back in contact? And, most importantly to me, what is your relationship to God?
Okay, got to go now. Write or stop by anytime. I'll keep my eye out for you.
Your friend,
Kate
How are you? Have any new songs been written about you lately? I bet people always expect you at their holidays. It's a lot to live up to. Why don't you always show up when expected? I guess I understand how hard it must be to be invited to everybody's party on the same day... but no invitations on that random Tuesday in February. Are you still hanging out on those college campuses most of the year? Are those other emotions still there... like intensity, immaturity and depression? With so many emotions there I'm sure you don't feel very special.
Anyway, I have some questions I'd love for you to answer. Please write back if you can. How does it make you feel when you show up somewhere unannounced and the people don't recognize you, let alone appreciate you? What emotions do you hold, Joy? Sometimes people lose touch with you- how can they get back in contact? And, most importantly to me, what is your relationship to God?
Okay, got to go now. Write or stop by anytime. I'll keep my eye out for you.
Your friend,
Kate
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