dVerse in the Pumpkin Patch

Brian at dVerse conjured up a challenge that is near n' dear. 

 "I want you to think about something you are passionate about—world peace, gun control, child hunger, slavery, politics, homelessness….you get the picture. Now write about them through the lens of a pumpkin."

My poem is near to my heart.  I also thought it fun to add in a favorite childhood memory. 



Dear Hubby,

Our anniversary is coming up

I'll be home in time

must finish Charles' legacy   

The golden glimmer of the melting sun will

cascade over our favorite spot on Earth

we can celebrate

my sweet Dreamsicle

It will be a harvest moon again

just like that night long ago

You warmed my heart  in college

my sweet Babboo

Remember...

you proposed at Disney

in Cinderella's carriage

I had one too many at the Aladdin Festival

Lucy said you cantaloupe

we waited for next Halloween to wed

Now your work with Rachel Ray

part of Yum-o!

brilliant flame of mine

I love it when you call me Buttercup

our kids Big Max, Jack

Estrella n' Mandy are coming

we can see our new baby bear

Remember trick or treating for Unicef

in our tweens

you were so proud of me

Good grief my Sweet Dumpling

time flew like Sweet Lightening

A carnival in our honor

we will dance the Cha cha

as the Orange Magic rises
its our fairy tale

All my love,

Sally

IWSG

Damn, I forgot today is Wednesday.    It is the first of the month and time for a post about the Insecure Writer's Support Group.  Our founder, Alex Cavanaugh encourages us to share a post about our fears or encourage others  and be supportive. If you’d like to join us, click on the tab above and sign up. 

 I call Alex-Captain Cool.   

 I am pleased to announce that the Insecure Writer’s Support Group website is now open!!!

Alex:   It is still a work in progress and we will continue to add to it over time. You will find pages full of links to great sites and databases under the following subjects – Writing Tips; Publishers, Agents, Queries; Self-Publishing; Marketing; Contests; and Publications.

We also have a page where you can leave suggestions for sites to add to the database. Note we are looking for sites, not individual posts!

The IWSG List is also up on the site HERE.    We also have a Facebook page HERE.

The first Wednesday will be an encouraging word from the team, and every Monday will be a post from one of the admins about writing, designed to encourage and give you some valuable information or resources.

Eventually, we’d like to open it up for guest posts on Wednesday, and expand to include Twitter and possibly a newsletter. (The Twitter hashtag is still #IWSG.)

We invite you to follow and explore the new site. And let us know what we can do to make it a great resource for writers. Thanks everyone for your dedication to the IWSG and making this site a reality!

See he is Captain Cool-I told you! 

I am struggling these days.  I thought I could do it all, art, poetry, photography and writing, but with my alone time is in short supply.  I am struggling...I am trying to figure out what I really want.  I had this really wild dream the other night...I was sewing a dress with words.  I was tearing pages out of books and stitching them into fabric. Yes, poems, dictionary terms and passages- I love.   I woke up feeling like I had been on an episode of Project Runway...but I felt like my dream was encouraging me to continue writing.   So, I am going to gather my poems and continue.  I want to write several books. We must follow our passion, it guides us out of the ordinary and into the extraordinary.  It is our GPS after all-Gifts, Passion, Spirit and we do have to recalculate sometimes, but as we do we make new discoveries, new friends, find new paths to trend or genres! ;D

Maybe I will make that word dress!

BEElieve

Susie prompted us to write a poem on the book Secret Life of Bees.  Susie:  "Today we are talking about bees or I should say, The Secret Life of Bees,  by Sue Monk Kidd. It is a coming of age story of a young girl, Lily, who faces loss, abuse and racism in 1960's southern United States."

 

 

       BEElieve

 

 

Invisible seeds plant                  
                                            chains of doubt
                                            imprison one's thoughts 
                                             of equanimity
                                            suppressed wisdom lurks...
                                            drones and workers in the land
                                            of fear and honey,
                                                              Sticky thoughts gathered                                             back to the hive,

                                                     stagnation stunts growth                                                      

                                                             Weed Earth's garden                

                                           grow humanity
                                            Educate your colony

                                             Bee different      

                               winds of change ring sweet      

 Let the buzz be Freedom~

 

 

 

 I wrote this poem years ago, about Martin Luther King's dream.  I tried to write a different poem, but found it fit the prompt better than anything else I wrote.   So, I am guilty of tweaking my poem.

 

 

 

                 

I Caught the Moon

*FairyDream9*

Lone Wolf

I caught the moon bleeding light

into my room

winking at me

woven dreams dangling

in a land lost amongst a

sea of black Swarovski crystals

Mom told me

timelessly he flirts with many

netting their dreams

Marilyn Monroe almost caught him

 his Jekyll n' Hyde

tendencies,

were too much for her

Setting off my wilderness

once a month I am 

captivated

his serenade scented by Moon flowers

Beeswax candles drip 

happy thoughts blur into day

but we will never

walk the red carpet ============

he is a lone wolf 

a golden jackal roaming the night

his love call  heard by all

I released him back into the wild

He is perched on his nightly throne

looming at me

holding a grudge

I prefer the strong, silent time 

he watches me his silvery orb

winks

but he belongs to no one and to all. 

© Ellen Wilson

 

 Thank you Marian, for this prompt!

 

 

 

Gods and Goddesses in the Garden

Kerry prompted us to write a poem about Gods.   We had a choice to pick from a wonderful list-Kerry offered us.    I decide on Nyx-the goddess of the night.  I guess there is a hint of underworld in her backdrop, but I chose to portray her humble beginnings of veiled illusion.   

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Kerry reminds us, "What has become of the old gods?"

 

*artist unknown*

  I picked Nyx-

"Nyx represents nightmares, mystery, dreams, darkness and night. It is recommended to call upon Nyx after sunset.  She can be invoked her for psychic dreams and astral travel and for rituals at midnight or when it is a moonless night."

 Some may recognize her name, from Nyx Cosmetics. They named their company after this powerful goddess. Nox is a fictional character appearing in the Marvel Comics Universe-this character is based loosely on Nyx of Greek Mythology.

Nxy was born in a bayberry blue romance

swirls of heat waxed n' waned by 

the Beeswax moon

surrendering pools of liquid 

 dripping

 silvery puddles into

ocean's black blue soup

Nyx's nimble fingers

 paints the midnight lights

across the brow of Heaven and heels of Hades

extracting goosebumps and chills

owls n' wolves know her dance

she twirls her sheer indigo veil leaving

a trail of wax floating bubbles

like glistening polka dots

blurring into day's aura

soon tapered flame

snuffs out blue notes

until the evening theater reopens

Lunar is charmed once again

when Nyx performs her enticing dance 

swirling in a sea of bewitching blue candles

© Ellen Wilson

I am better and hope to catch up with all of your poems this evening!  No more zombie pills for me~

Bittersweet

Fireblossom challenged us to write a poem about loss.  This one came fast n' furious in  and I went with it.  I lost my first child and gave birth to disease.  I became Type 1 diabetic, during my first pregnancy.    I needed to face it, so I was told.   When they tell you-you are diabetic they give you an orange and a syringe to practice on.  I took care of myself and ended up having two healthy children-my life is sweet most days~

 ***Becky Luigart-Stayner 

 

BITTERSWEET

Face it freak

seaweed sticks, an orange, a syringue

gave birth to disease

lost dreams

sucked out my 

S

o

u

l

People fear me

prick, poke and stick

my riddles

UniqUe

babies cry 

I curl into fetal position

I'll never know her

how will I cope?

parties suck

celebratory display

paraded on a paper plate

orgasmic sounds

mmmmh, strawberry

oooooh, chocolate

so goooooooood

lit by candles

you watch

like a clone

my dark black curtain falls 

I ride riddles like waves

why?

break out in a showered sweat

my new world

not pink and pretty

clinical and filled

with prick,poke, stick

no cure

all ifs

my world tilted flooded with 

bitter blood orange memories

 salt flows inside n' out

cope-everyone says

cope

not hope

lost my pretty, pink girl

my sweet cherub

lost my

h

o

p

e

© Ellen Wilson