A to Z Challenge – K

The letter K …

I have almost every ticket stub from every concert I have been to.  I have always thought I would do something clever with them, but the idea has just never struck.  I also have a handful of stuffed animals, some drawings and school pictures from my youth.  They really don’t mean a lot to anyone but me.  I would like to think someday when I am gone, they might bring a smile to my daughter’s face as some of my Mom and Dad’s keepsakes have done to me and my sister.  I think all of us have a certain number of things we keep besides pictures that take us back to yesterday.  From autograph books and old poems, I wrote, from baby blankets to dolls; there are memories all around me.  Some of them I kept, and some my parents kept for me.  But almost all will bring a smile … well maybe a few will bring a groan.  I am grateful for my keepsakes.

A to Z Challenge – Writer

W is for writer

This letter was kind of a no-brainer.  I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t write.  I wouldn’t put words out there if I didn’t want them read.  So I am a writer.  Now I would LOVE to be a paid writer some day, but for now I am happy that I can connect with one or two people here with my blog.

I have been writing poems off and on since I was in junior high school.  I have always found it somewhat therapeutic to get the sad, mad or glad feelings out on paper… especially the sad ones.  If not the thoughts just fester and it is no good for anyone.

My dream would be to have a book of poems with some pictures I have taken.  But I am too unsure of my writing to take the plunge and put my words up for criticism.  The blogging community has been so kind to me I feel really comfortable here.  I am a writer.  Come read with me.

 

Follow my A to Z challenge:

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V

Mumbles … Power

Things my Dad and my Gma (Dad’s Mom) used to say have stuck with me throughout the years.  When I saw this prompt all I could think of was the man…

You look like the man.

What man?

The man with the power.

What power?

The power of voodoo.

Who do?

You do.

Do what?

Look like the man.

What man?

…and on and on it goes.  I can remember saying that with both of them and they would use funny voices and wild expressions.  I wish I could remember about the man on the stairs who wasn’t there.  Something like “He wasn’t there again today, oh how I wish he’d go away.”  I think that one is a Lewis Carol poem.  I know the one about beating your child when he sneezes came from the mind of Lewis Carol…

Speak roughly to your little boy,

And beat him when he sneezes.

He only does it to annoy,

Because he knows it teases.

And there is a second verse on that one but I can’t recall it right now.  I know there were others, but sadly I don’t remember them.  Those are some wonderful memories from my youth.  Did you have any special poems or sayings you recall fondly from your childhood?  Please share them in the comments or your own blog.

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – power

The Forgotten Words

page after page
we read the words;
copious amounts of writing-
filled with caring
and lots of humor.
he would write each year
at vacation time
and put the words away.
we found them again
in a long forgotten drawer,
dusted them off
and reread the work
of the poet
that could have been.

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – copious

Muzzled

I prefer to write poems

Full of emotions

Or images vividly expressed

But tonight the demons

Have gagged my mind

Silenced my thoughts

And left me wordless….