Another long ‘creating’ weekend is slowly ending. I’m a little nervous, because this is one of my last long weekends free before my show goes up, but I’m not going to dwell on that.
It was a great weekend! I have made more progress on my artwork than I could have hoped, and I have a pretty clear path to the end. I must keep focusing! I can do this!
Right now I am sitting by our deck, listening to the rain, and smelling the damp earth….my favorite scent is the smell of spring rain. There is nothing like the first one of the season.
I have of course kept up on the poetry this weekend. Both of these came from writing prompts that Kris Bigalk posted on her Facebook page. I love how many places you can find writing prompts during NaPoWriMo!
April 27th – What can you live without: (I’m on day 6 of no coffee….tomorrow morning marks one week! And Lynn, if you are reading this, I did just go to the Tea Source today to stock up, and picked up some of the Blueberry Fields tea you mentioned as well as two others! I think I’m set!)
I can live without….
I can live
without coffee
Strong
With almond milk
Whatever smooth flavor
Of Peace Coffee
was featured that week
Fresh ground
Fragrant
French press
I DONT HAVE A PROBLEM
I CAN GIVE IT UP
IVE GONE FOR A WEEK WITHOUT
I CAN KEEP GOING
Black tea
Is just as good
Loose leaf
Steeped in the French press
Fragrant
Almond milk
And just a bit of honey
But he drinks tea
Not coffee
And now I have to share
I never had to share my coffee
I can live without it…..
I can…..
April 28th – try writing a poem with the phrase ‘I remember’ repeated at the beginning of each stanza….
I remember
I remember
my granny’s collection of apples
she had because she was a teacher,
and teachers collect apples.
I remember
specifically her clear glass apple
filled with liquid
and flakes of shiny gold.
I remember
when it sprung a leak
liquid oozing out,
the gold flakes stopped floating.
I remember
her searching
through phone book pages
for the company named
on the apple’s gold sticker.
I remember
her writing down an address,
wrapping the apple while grinning
“We are going on an adventure”.
I remember
riding in her red Caddy through
the coolest area of town
filled with old buildings and train tracks,
and so many signs about art for sale.
I remember
walking inside
one of those buildings
with my granny and her apple.
I remember
we met a woman
who gave my granny a new glass apple
with floating gold flakes
and carefully she took
the leaky one away.
I remember
she gave us a tour
to see where they made
glass apples
before being filled with liquid
and gold.
I remember
watching many people hanging out,
listening to loud rock music,
wearing grungy clothes,
and turning liquid fire
into these amazing hollow glass objects.
I remember
the woman explaining
those were the artists
and they created the glass apples.
I remember
when I first decided
I wanted to become an artist.
It was right then.
I remember
thinking that being an artist
meant you could hang out with your friends,
listening to loud rock music,
and make amazing things.
That you could wear grungy clothes,
because no one cared what you wore!
You were an artist and you were awesome!
I remember
years later I realized
that was only partly right,
but I wanted to be an artist anyway.
And so I am. True story.