Posts Tagged ‘creative writing’
Undefeated
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slow
rotation
from elation
to despair
to reckless abandon
borderline panic
as time runs out
this circumstance
arises abruptly
surrounded by helplessness
hopes dashed
dripping with symbolism
for everything
relating to existence
on this plane
in this realm
at this moment
defeat
seems to matter
more than anything
except that
none of it
really matters
at all
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Stream Thoughts
Some things never seem to change.
Everything is constantly changing.
Hummingbirds have returned to our feeders.
Baltimore Orioles continue to hang around them, too.
People in the area have been reporting bear activity wrecking their bird feeders.
Our portable dehumidifier in the basement conked out.
The downstairs bedroom started getting damp soon after.
We are getting quotes for a more robust solution.
I found out my dental insurance isn’t accepted by our dental office because it’s a Medicare plan.
The chipped molar I’ve been living with for months will cost over $400.00 for them to repair with a filling.
If they fix it and the fix lasts for the rest of my life, I can spread out that expense in my head so it doesn’t seem all that much.
The last two overnight thunderstorms each dropped less than a half inch of rain.
The grass stayed wet all day long yesterday, so I couldn’t mow areas that are in need.
Instead, I used the string trimmer to finish cutting our trails through the woods.
On my last bike ride, the derailleur wouldn’t shift into the lowest gear I wanted on the steep hills.
I tried using the barrel adjustment for a quick fix, but that wasn’t the right solution.
To do it right, I need to start at the beginning and recalibrate the entire system.
If possible, I hope to complete that before taking the bike to the lake for Memorial weekend.
Somehow, we’ve reached the beginning of our summer schedule of spending weekends up at the lake place.
This summer, I am not going to be riding the Tour of Minnesota in June.
Instead, friends are planning our own rides and tent camping at different locations on different dates.
The Sparta/Elroy trail system will be our first destination in early June.
In August, I will be Cyndie’s plus one at her 50th high school class reunion.
Next week, I will attend the initial planning meeting for my 50th class reunion in 2027.
Historically, I’ve found the planning to be as much fun as the reunions, so I’m looking forward to it.
As I was walking toward the barn upon completion of my trail trimming, Asher didn’t seem to recognize me.
When I got close enough that he figured it out, he was suddenly bounding toward me with flopping ears and a smile on his face.
That kind of greeting from a dog is unparalleled.
I sure hope he doesn’t come upon any bears roaming around our property.
Some days, a writer just decides to write individual thought sentences.
It’s like a story poem.
Less lyrical.
More informational.
But creative, in its own way.
Don’t you think?
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Chiming
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from a tone
bravely accosting the silence
the stuttering steps
of apprehension
peal ceaselessly
in the gentle breeze
that wasn’t there
a moment ago
chiming a song
bounce by ricocheting
bounce
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Wicked
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the year was 2016
and before that
all the ones starting with 19
then hundreds more
even before those
don’t bother counting
people like to forget
pretend certain things didn’t happen
wash away the parts that don’t fit
the narrative
hidden
in the invective
couched clumsily
with infantile emotion
lipstick
pigs
a feint in intimidation
hacking out a slimy living
to this day
leaving the rest of the world
at a loss
to conceive
how the hell
the wicked
sleep
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Wordsmith Arts
When no intended meaning is applied to the assembly of words and phrases conjured from the empty cavern of an idle mind… this is the kind of outcome that might result:
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one more photo
this and that
frick and frack
a thousand pin pricks
partially intact
sounds swirling
soaring
effortlessly advanced
lied about incessantly
never given a chance
happening rather fast
captured there on video
in the absence of a plan
echoing reality
in fading light
waving everybody off
with nary a casual glance
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It may, or may not, stand on its own as a work of poetry, but if these words were lyrics of a song and surrounded or augmented with an interesting melody and enticing instrumentation, the words in all their obscurity could be granted a completely different essence.
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When there is a sudden, unexpected loud sound, [BANG!] it is common to hear the response, “That scared me!” I find myself preferring to say that it startled me. I’m not scared that there was a loud bang, but I wasn’t expecting it. When it is a person who suddenly appears when you didn’t expect, wouldn’t it be nicer to tell them you were startled, not scared by them?
Now, if it is a demogorgon that startles you, then it would be better to say that it scared you!
Words.
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There are two responses that Cyndie and I have noticed are commonly used in text communication with those who have grown up with smartphones.
“No problem.” At first, it seems like a perfect informal acknowledgement, but when it is the same response to a range of different texts back and forth, it starts to come across as lacking. The ones who are quick to produce a silly meme GIF get a pass.
“No worries.” I wasn’t worried. I was just clarifying. Don’t scare me like that.
Are you implying I am old? Why in my day… our elders taught a required phone etiquette. I remember feeling awkward after our kids got old enough to have friends over, and I was addressed as “Mr. Hays” by one of them. Seemed way too formal. It got easier when Elysa and Julian got into soccer, and kids could call me “Coach.”
It did seem wrong to let them call me John. I was always happy to be addressed as “Elysa’s Dad” or “Julian’s Dad.” Yeah, that’s me.
I suffered when trying to correct Julian’s choice of “me and my friends” over “my friends and I” only to be informed that he knew the proper usage, but that’s not the way the kids talk with each other, and it would sound out of place among them.
Cue the “Music Man” scene… “Are certain words creeping into his conversation? Words like “swell” and “so’s your old man?”
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Relative Something 