Oh my in the airport here I do restlessly sit For passing faces I try to keep about me my remaining wit Nothing now can possibly aggravate In this avalanche of emotion impossible to articulate Thoughts and more thoughts float gurgle bad bubble Need a cuppa chamomile tea to settle racing mind trouble Instead will think of lace pretty Chantilly And put all scurrying thoughts contained in a silo A silo of silence covered with a tangle of sparkly tinsel -OH I must now stop Poeming because here now I go!
I have the wit of an Erudite, fast and quick remarked He gives me the adreniline rush of an avalache, exciting and crazy The story starts at the age of four His curly hair shined like tinsle on a Christmas tree My brown hair, long like Reprunzle, got tangled. Before we sat in silence On that stair. I said "Hello, would you care To be my friend?" There is where the jouney began Paving the road to our teenhood Always caring for each other Like a little sister for an older brother No aggivation, But if you would count not wanting to leave And begging your mom for a few more minutes, Than yes there was aggrivation. Now him, with the tinsle hair and the avalnche adrenile And I with the wit Smile at each other No words need to be spoken To know how we feel.
Jane Shlensky, what happened to your "Blunderbus" piece? It came to my email inbox as a post, but now that I want to comment, I don't see it here.
Anyway, I loved this piece! What fun! Love the way you relayed the memories, and especially loved the wordbump of "bungler" and "blunder" in the end. :)
Sorry, De, but the system wouldn't allow me to post here with my story. Too long, I guess, even though it's only about 800 words. So here it is on Two Voices, One Song. Enjoy.
RJ Clarken's first YA novel PENNY WISHES was published by Lilley Press in 2009. She is also the author of a quirky, offbeat collection of humorous poetry, MUGGING FOR THE CAMERA. She lives in NJ with her husband, son and daughter (twins!) and her crazy Cairn terrier.
Soul of a poet and writer stuck with the body and mind of a soccer player. That is Rob Halpin. On occasion, something worth reading finds its way out. To see if you agree, you can check out his blogs:
Michael Grove will offer his slant on Wednesdays. Michael is an ambidextrous Piscean. His poetry and work in finance keeps him shifting from right to left brain. He has logged many miles. Mike wishes he would have been a major league baseball player or at least an umpire.
Walt Wojtanik -- Thursday
Walt Wojtanik's poetry collection WOOD was released in 2011. His second collection, I AM SANTA CLAUS will be released later in 2012. He has written and staged three plays, and is a musician. Walt lives in NY, is married with two daughters.
Hannah Gosselin is a free spirit and beautiful soul blessed with a poet's heart and photographer's eye. She is perpetually inspired by love shared with her husband and their two young sons and is awestruck by beauty in nature. She enjoys indulging in heart-work: writing, dance and visual arts. Hannah was awarded a diploma by the Institute of Children’s Literature located in West Redding, Connecticut, for the successful completion of the course: “Writing for Children and Teenagers,” on April, 19th, 2010.
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Open Mic -- Saturday
Open MicSaturday is basically a day looking for a leader. You may get a prompt from any of our contributors. If our readers / writers have any ideas they'd wish to share, this would be the place.
De and Laurie -- Sunday Sisters
De Miller Jackson is half of our Sunday team we call "Sunday Sisters". She wanted to be a Poet-Pirate-Princess when she grew up, but is (mostly) happily settling into the role of Mom/Freelance Writer. (Some days that slash cuts deeper than others.) She writes advertising copy, runs gleefully with scissors, plays well with poems…and has also penned a couple of children’s books that need a little magic fairy dust to find illustrator and publisher. You can read her stuff at whimsygizmo.wordpress.com.
Laurie Kolp is the other half of our Sunday tandem. She is a mother of six (including husband and two dogs)and maintains three blogs with numerous publications to her credit which includes most recently Chicken Soup for the Soul: Devotional Stories for Tough Times, The Dead Mule’s School Society of Southern Literature, Christmas Miracles, The Christian Communicator, Skive Magazine. Her poem Infatuation will be published in an upcoming issue of Writer’s Digest Magazine.
Oh my in the airport here I do restlessly sit
ReplyDeleteFor passing faces I try to keep about me my remaining wit
Nothing now can possibly aggravate
In this avalanche of emotion impossible to articulate
Thoughts and more thoughts float gurgle bad bubble
Need a cuppa chamomile tea to settle racing mind trouble
Instead will think of lace pretty Chantilly
And put all scurrying thoughts contained in a silo
A silo of silence covered with a tangle of sparkly tinsel -OH
I must now stop Poeming because here now I go!
Should have read "and bubble"
ReplyDelete:) Cute, Pearl. Sounds like some fun's a-brewin'. Have a wonderful day, and a safe flight.
ReplyDeleteI have the wit of an Erudite, fast and quick remarked
ReplyDeleteHe gives me the adreniline rush of an avalache, exciting and crazy
The story starts at the age of four
His curly hair shined like tinsle on a Christmas tree
My brown hair, long like Reprunzle, got tangled.
Before we sat in silence
On that stair.
I said "Hello, would you care
To be my friend?"
There is where the jouney began
Paving the road to our teenhood
Always caring for each other
Like a little sister for an older brother
No aggivation,
But if you would count not wanting to leave
And begging your mom for a few more minutes,
Than yes there was aggrivation.
Now him, with the tinsle hair and the avalnche adrenile
And I with the wit
Smile at each other
No words need to be spoken
To know how we feel.
Hi, Abi. Great to see you back.
DeleteI like your ideas here. :)
Thanks, De! I know that this is supposed to be Flashy Fiction, But really, it is Flashy NonFiction! I have been so busy lately... :(
DeleteJane Shlensky, what happened to your "Blunderbus" piece? It came to my email inbox as a post, but now that I want to comment, I don't see it here.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, I loved this piece! What fun! Love the way you relayed the memories, and especially loved the wordbump of "bungler" and "blunder" in the end. :)
Sorry, De, but the system wouldn't allow me to post here with my story. Too long, I guess, even though it's only about 800 words. So here it is on Two Voices, One Song. Enjoy.
ReplyDeletehttp://2voices1song.com/2012/10/22/kitchen-flash-fiction-wordle-style/
Sorry 'bout that, Claudette. Don't know the limits/rules here.
DeleteHeading over now, and will comment directly on your site. :)