Half n' Half

*****

Half Night, Half Day

stealing night I clamor

echoed song in fog's smoke keeps me awake

seer paints my future

stylish blue-threaded with pale moonlight

I glide into indigo's brow

wisdom screeches-tell everyone

silence kills enthusiasm

as I glide into yellow Van Gogh

with my lucky rabbit's foot 

© Ellen Wilson

Written for Poets United's prompt Half & Half by Kim~  Thanks Kim!

Blue went Shopping

Over in the Garden, Peggy asked us to write a poem about an animal.  Here is our prompt:

Point of view and place are both important elements of poetry and story telling. This time take the point of view of an animal -- lets stretch a bit and make it NOT a dog or a cat.  You can even choose an imaginary or mythical animal.

Take this animal to a place you are not in every day. It can be a real place or an imaginary place at any time past, present or future.   Tell us about this place through the eyes, ears, nose, skin  (or whatever)  of your animal.

  The lady at the farmer's market has peacocks.  This is her pet Blue and he loves dog food. 

Blue's Clues

I don't want to shop

nothing will fit me

Love red-my favorite color

I like prints

polka dots, stripes

I want a cart

ooooh, I like scarves

I want to be a Chic Geek

Mean girls lurk aisle 10

I have a nice caboose, but

so what

beauty doesn't rule

Chic Geeks know this

So

    Mean

            Ass clowns

   Rank

             Twig status

Lolipop heads staring

Whatcha lookin' at
Oh, what is Juicy Couture
and do I want it?!
Who is Victoria and what is
her secret?!

beauty is in the eye of the beholder

I have a lot of eyes

YOLO

my mains tell me
Let's get
dog food
I love Kibbles n' Bits

Trade Offs

     Sunday night I was excited on Monday I had plans-I knew hubby was going hunting and I would have a chance to be alone with my thoughts.  I would write, create, stitch, gather inspiration and make a day of it.   My daughter reminded me when she came home-"Mom guess what I don't have school tomorrow-teacher's workshop."  I was happy for her, but sad for me.  I thought I would have a different day-just the hound n' me.  Him stretching n' basking in the sun. Me, happy with webs of glue, spray paint and writing poems. Him taking a nap. Me, happy with my thoughts, quiet and having popcorn for lunch. I grew up in a movie theater, so popcorn is my comfort food!  Now a new plan-recalculate keeps coming to mind.  Daughter wants to go have coffee and shop. 

Yes, she is a teenager!

It's GOlden

Mom pleeease

Ok-I'll GO

 heart knows 

 GOlden

funky finds
in

chic geek

burGundy tOp

Rolling in the Deep

cranking radio

wailing royal dreams

Grab cOffee

n' linGer with shared biscOtti

 recalculate GPS=

Gifts, PassiOn, Spirit

styling corners 

in the hall of shame

Her big smile

one dimple
pierces my heart

yes, it was GOlden

 no regrets

blue paint, finger webs of glue

stitched dreams

my Guess tOmorrow...

© Ellen Wilson

 Sometimes we just need to hang up our plans and trade up for GOlden! 

This is for Open Link Night over at dverse.  This challenge was offered up by Brian!  We all know sacrifice~

 Thanks Brian

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!