Monday, May 7, 2018

Mom


 
Kaitlyn Stanford, "50 Best Mom Memes"

When we grew up in Detroit in the 1950s, our friends thought the Cassells kids had “the coolest” mom. My buddy Saundra and I have reminisced about the times my mother took us to the frenzied Rock & Roll shows that were popular in those days.  Mom was right beside us as we found our thrill on Blueberry Hill with Fats Domino, did the twist with Chubby Checker, and were all shook up with Elvis.  Saundra said, “We all wanted your mother.”  
 
Of course, to her own three kids, she was just “Mom”. We knew without a doubt that she would be at home when we came running in after school. She often had a plate of cookies or a cake sitting on the yellow Formica kitchen table, and the television was always tuned to the channel for Mickey Mouse Club. 

Think about your mother. How did your perception of her change over the years? What about your relationship? How are you like, or unlike, her? Write about it. Discover your poem.

Or, take out a photo of your mom, study it and free write about the photo. From this piece, find your poem. Will it be in tribute? An explanation? A description? A rebuke?

Word Bank Prompt
Unconditional love
Teachings
Forgiveness
Home
Estrangement

Photo Prompt

"Ms. Ruthie Rides" photo by Annis Cassells


Reading Prompt 

In Ellen Bass's Mules of Love "For My Daughter on her Twenty-first Birthday"




Annis Cassells is a writer, poet, life coach, and teacher.  She divides her time between Bakersfield, California and Coos Bay, Oregon. She is a member of Writers of Kern, a branch of the California Writers Club. See Annis’s blogs at www.thedaymaker.blogspot.com and www.poemsbyannis.blogspot.com and her website at www.connectionsandconversations.com


Monday, April 30, 2018

Poetry Prompt - The Finish Line





The NaPoWriMo finish line is in sight - It has been a rough go this time around.  I have struggled with the metaphorical equivalent of bonking (running out of steam) and also after taking a few wrong turns (too many obligations) I have spent half the month feeling lost and wondering if I would ever cross the line.  Would I end up with that dreaded acronym by my name in the race roster - D.N.F.?

So I dig deep, pull my soul inside out and give it all I got.  I can hear my triathlete friend yelling - "if you are not spitting blood, you can push harder".  That's the thing though.  I need to see the crimson flowing from my creative veins onto the page.


Cheering zone (prompts)

Did you participate in the NaPoWriMo?  If you did - write a poem based on the overall experience.  Was it easy?  Did you stay focused and write a poem a day or did you end up with poetry debt?  

Write for 5 minutes about a time you decided to give up on a goal before finishing it - did you feel guilty? Relieved?  Now write a poem explaining your decision (good or bad).  Perhaps write a poem describing how you saved the world by  making the decision (you are granted permission to embrace the absurd). 

WORD/topic Prompts


Racing
Determination
Perseverance
Quitting
Sprint
Victory
Bragging





Please share the link to your poem (or post your poem) in the comments below. And, if you're on Facebook, post it to Poets on the Page. 




Jenny Astramowicz is a writer, poet and aspiring wellness coach.  She resides in San Francisco where she works at the local university and trains for endurance events.  Her long term dream is to live in France with her two cats.
Not all who wander are lost...
#OctPoWriMo  #NaPoWriMo #NaNoWriMo #Poetsonthepage

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Monday, April 16, 2018

NaPoWriMo - Time


We are halfway through NaPoWriMo, are you reading and writing poetry everyday or periodically like I am? I get so caught up in day to day life that I let things get in the way of my poetry. I was hoping I'd be better at it this time but I never seem to be able to do it every single day. Not berating myself though, just noticing.

Be kind to yourself on this journey of life.

NaPoWriMo - Time
Photo by MDragonwillow

diving into the depths
words flow
gently and
explosively
onto the page

***

broken questions
between whispers
begin a dance
of a universal language
exploring magic
in a rainbow sky
naked desire
in a blazing heart
soul prisoner
love's searching
time



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If you write a poem on your blog for NaPoWriMo and would like to share it with us, place your link in the comments below. We look forward to reading your poems.


Peace,
Morgan Dragonwillow
Read, Dance, Write, Repeat.


Morgan Dragonwillow, author of Wild Woman Waking & Dancing within Shadow, is a writing rebel, foodie, urban gardener, recovering perfectionist, facilitator of magical circles and poet who (mostly) doesn't let her fears get in the way of her passion for writing and creating. When she isn't working with clients, writing or dancing, you can find her encouraging and supporting her writing community at @StoryDam, #OctPoWriMo#PoetsonthePage, and  Playing with Words on her blog.
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Monday, April 9, 2018

NaPoWriMo - The Loneliness of Pretty

Image by John F. Ashton-Keller



Beauty’s only skin deep they say,
So peel off my skin.

If your right hand offends you then cut it off.
Remove me from you.
You who made me a part of you
Then turned your back on me.
You who professed forever,
Then dwindled to sometimes,
Then occasionally,
Then rarely,
Now never.

You curse me
Blame me.
Fine.
I remember
when you said,
“Mine.”

Selfishly, then, you’d cling to me
In the white hot embers of afterglow.
Selfishly, now, you blame me for seeking
What you promised to give, but forgot.
Was the promise forgotten?
Or was it only me?

You were my everything –
My present and my future.
I depended on you.
I wanted you.
I needed you.

Though we were together, I found myself alone,
Aching and desperate to be needed again –
To be important again,
To mean something to someone again.

Opportunity merely knocked.
I hesitated at first,
wanting you to stop my outstretched hand,
to take it into your own and claim me once again.
The hand that took mine was not yours,
But the hand of Opportunity.

I only wish you’d have knocked first.


Amy McGrath is a mixed media artist, a writer, and a performer. She lives in Virginia Beach with her husband and is the mom of two amazing young men. 

Tuesday, April 3, 2018

NaPoWriMo - Untitled Reflection




It is darkest before the dawn
my space is warmed by soft light 
sounds and scents 
rendered sweet
there is comfort here
of care
a willingness 
to practice what supports
instead of distracts

it is a place
a state of being
that I share 
with a minion of thoughts
all vying for my attention

it is ok
I do not mind
I like company at the table

as my words wake
bit by bit
with every stretch
scratch 
and scrawl

the darkness 
makes my windows
a mirror
 so instead of seeing outside
I see myself
as I am sitting here
but the image is transparent
spiritlike
ephemeral

she rests her face in her hand and looks back at me
 accepting we are one

the streets are flooding
 with the sounds of rain soaked roadways
and early commuters rolling
 through the intersection
 of night and day

it is the urban ocean wave
crashing on the sidewalk shore
without rhythm
or pattern

only the continuation
as they come

like moments
the breath
and being

we are here together
waiting for the sun
as the earth turns over
in her bed

towards the start 
of a new fresh day


Jenny Astramowicz is a writer, poet and aspiring wellness coach.  She resides in San Francisco where she works at the local university and trains for endurance events.  Her long term dream is to live in France with her two cats.
Not all who wander are lost...
#OctPoWriMo  #NaPoWriMo #NaNoWriMo #Poetsonthepage

Find her on  Google +  Twitter Instagram
You can read her poetry at https://zwabisabi.blogspot.com


Monday, April 2, 2018

NaPoWriMo - Simplicity


NaPoWriMo - Simplicity
Photo by MDragonwillow

Simplicity  
Simplicity of a flower that's a weed 
Weed out the choking emotions that stop you
You stay silent when your heart is screaming
Screaming for you to pay attention to your needs
Needs of many and needs of one
One is a number that doesn't have to stand alone
Alone in a crowded room filled with those who don't understand
Understand what true love looks like
Like a person with a voice
Voice of purpose and passion
Passion sliding along your skin 
Skin set on fire by your touch
Touch as soft as your breath
Breath that brings you back to the center
Center of your being, of simplicity
Simplicity

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If you write a poem on your blog for NaPoWriMo and would like to share it with us, place your link in the comments below. We look forward to reading your poems.


Peace,
Morgan Dragonwillow
Read, Dance, Write, Repeat.


Morgan Dragonwillow, author of Wild Woman Waking & Dancing within Shadow, is a writing rebel, foodie, urban gardener, recovering perfectionist, facilitator of magical circles and poet who (mostly) doesn't let her fears get in the way of her passion for writing and creating. When she isn't working with clients, writing or dancing, you can find her encouraging and supporting her writing community at @StoryDam, #OctPoWriMo#PoetsonthePage, and  Playing with Words on her blog.
Yes she is on Google+ too!




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Life's Seasons


Photo by Annis Cassells

“All seasons have something to offer.”  Jeannette Walls, The Glass Castle


Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring. We can count on the seasons like clockwork to follow each other. We can compare and predict. “It’s going to be a cold winter.” Or, “We had a shorter spring and went right into summer.”

Life’s seasons, though, are non-linear. They may be sudden and random. And we can never predict their duration. The seasons become a metaphor, a symbol, for how our lives play out.
With regard to Life’s seasons, within days or even hours, we can experience each one. They often catch us by surprise, and though we deal with them, we may not see the seasons as a metaphor at the time. That insight comes later, upon reflection, but life’s seasons correspond to weather’s.

Summer – When we are carefree and relaxed, when experiences and places are welcomed and enjoyed. 
Fall – We’re in contemplation and preparation, harvesting ideas or gathering skills or insights we’ll need.to carry on. Or move on. 
Winter – Which we find challenging, even difficult, yet filled with blessings. Blessings that we may not see until Spring. 
Spring – The season that always follows winter with light and new life, with hope, renewal, and possibilities. We catch our breath and reflect on the wonder and blessings Winter provided. 

Life’s seasons may change as often or as fast as the wind. We wake up in Summer – all is great and we are happy. Life is going our way.  Within hours, there’s a SNAFU and we feel the ice of Winter. Then we’re in Fall as we react, marshal our resources, figure out a plan, and begin executing that plan. Sometimes, we have to come up with alternate ideas before we reach Spring. But soon Summer is on the way again, and we bask in its goodness. 
The Prompt 
Think about what season you're in right this minute. What got you there? Was it the rocky-ness of life or a smooth path? Make a list of all the words that come to mind as you think about your seasons -- now and past. Come up with a first line using some of those words. Then let your free verse or haiku or couplets flow.
OR
Write a poem about your favorite  OR your most dreaded season of the year. Maybe this will take you back to your younger days. Maybe it will take you to looking forward.

Word Bank
cycle
change
growth
dormant
awakening
light
harvest

Photo Prompt 

Photo by Annis Cassells

Please share the link to your poem (or post your poem) in the comments below. And, if you're on Facebook, post it to Poets on the Page. We're looking forward to reading your work.



Annis Cassells is a writer, poet, life coach, and teacher.  She divides her time between Bakersfield, California and Coos Bay, Oregon. She is a member of Writers of Kern, a branch of the California Writers Club. See Annis’s blogs at www.thedaymaker.blogspot.com and www.poemsbyannis.blogspot.com and her website at www.connectionsandconversations.com