There is a name
for 5-7 5-7 5-7 5-7 5-7-7 poetry.
I just saw it on a blogger’s post
And now I can’t find it.
But I said I would try it.
So, here goes:
In the heat of day, A day under August’s sun, Stood fields of flowers – Springtime flowers so alive – Spreading colored joy. It’s highly unusual To see such a sight. Generally summer’s sun Scorches them early. But this year they testify: God shows us TENACITY!
What’s the name of that poetic form?
Try it… it’s fun!
My Madison Valley Writers’ Group meets every first and third Friday. We begin with a free write for about 15 minutes – prompted by a topic drawn out of a bag. I have the bag and members are invited to add topics to it whenever they are inspired to do so.
Arriving five minutes late yesterday, I forgot the bag… so our topic was “Stream of Consciousness.” We were invited to write about whatever was on our mind.
Here is what I wrote:
Life is a series
Of highs and lows
It’s full of surprises –
Some hugs and some blows.
As long as we’re able
To roll with the punches,
Life gives us roses
And blessings in bunches.
It’s when we are stiffened
By pain and cruel people
That life knocks us over
And we topple from the steeple
Of security and safety
That we have always had.
So send those folks back out
And come back to being glad.
Life is a series
Of questions with too many insults
Unless we learn to toss away
The negativity for positive results.
So, set your mind on “Happy.”
Let that sad emoticon disappear
And remember when you need a hug,
I’m always ready … always here.
Throw out the old boxing gloves.
Don’t return blows in life’s fight.
Just give back love and grace –
And keep your spirit ever bright.
It’s not Pollyanna thinking.
It’s possible – even probable – I know,
Because I practice that love daily.
It’s where I get my inner glow!
… and so do I!
See ya tomorrow
If you had a chance to do a free write on a stream of consciousness right now, what would your topic be?
That’s our TazE (Taz for Tasmanian Devil and E for Ears). She’s a love.
The wildflowers were spectacular!
Here are our friends, Barb & Don, brought their dog, Charlie.
And here are Barb & Don with both dogs:
And below I’m the one in short sleeves…
and Bob’s the guy in short pants!
Our buddies are great fun!
Won’t you click the arrow and come join us?
Yes, we got a little rain before we returned home,
but “Lucille” (our red-headed ATV – Polaris Razor –
who is a Ball), kept us dry!
What are your plans for this week? In the USA we’ll celebrate Independence Day. It’s a big deal in a Ennis, MT. Nearly 6,000 extra folks come into our town – our population’s only 1,000 – for our Firehouse pancake breakfast, 4th of July parade, and rodeo.
I’ll post pictures on Thursday. OK?
If you’re in the area, join us!
Yes, I love my gardener!
He does such careful work –
I never see him stoppin’
Or takin’ time to shirk.
He keeps the trees so green,
The lawn so trimmed and bright.
He fertilizes flowers
And trims dead ones just right.
He takes great care of all;
Pulls weeds when they just creep in.
I love my gardener so much –
I think I’d better keep him!
Bet you wish you had a gardener like mine, huh?
Well – you can’t have him!
It’s my sweet husband, Bob – busy at work –
changing a sprinkler head.
(Don’t ask him to smile right now;
He says, “I’m busy!”)
The best kind of gift
Is the unexpected one
The gift from the heart
It was Mother’s Day weekend. I went into Bozeman, our nearest city, to do a little shopping, get my nails done, and run a few errands.
After dear Jayson finished my manicure, while I was sitting there letting my nails dry, he and his adorable wife, Hannah (who is a pedicure expert), went into the back room. They came out wearing great big grins and carrying a gorgeous orchid plant and card.
“Happy Mother’s Day,” they said, as they handed the card and plant to me.
What a sweet, unexpected gift! The orchid sits on my kitchen counter… a daily reminder of these two lovely people.
Another time a “Gift from the Heart” was received totally unexpected was when my former kindergarten student – from 1962 – came to visit us. Ty (he was so adorable, I named my son – born in 1965, after him) came to Montana from California with his wife, Roxanne. Can you imagine the joy that brought us?
I can’t think of a gift more precious than a visit from a former student! The gift of your presence, your time… So heartfelt!
Have you revisited a teacher who impacted your life? You should try it. Believe me, it is indescribably wonderful!!
Have you been given a gift from the heart? One that was totally unexpected?
Or have you given one to somebody “just because”??