NaPoWriMo, Day Thirty, the end…

Always a bittersweet moment when the end of NaPoWriMo comes, but stay tuned for more and thanks for coming by this month to check out the poetry and painting!

Waiting for May

The last of April has come once more
a flirtatious whirl of sun and green
uncertain moments, pleasure’s relaxation
after many rounds of shaky romance
the pleasure of sitting on brown earth
does not recede, nor is it softer but
still it’s that april-spring moment, yearly
unlooked for, unplanned, not so recognized
but unconsciously celebrated for
what it is – that moment when the earth turns
the air softens, the world holds out its arms
and again whispers come sit with me
and the body, having marked time’s passing
says, hello, don’t mind if I do. Thank you.

NaPoWriMo, Day Eleven

Today’s prompt from NaPoWriMo was to write a Bop: “The invention of poet Afaa Michael Weaver, the Bop is a kind of combination sonnet + song. Like a Shakespearan sonnet, it introduces, discusses, and then solves (or fails to solve) a problem. Like a song, it relies on refrains and repetition. In the basic Bop poem, a six-line stanza introduces the problem, and is followed by a one-line refrain. The next, eight-line stanza discusses and develops the problem, and is again followed by the one-line refrain. Then, another six-line stanza resolves or concludes the problem, and is again followed by the refrain. Here’s an example of a Bop poem written by Weaver, and here’s another by the poet Ravi Shankar.”

I have to say that it was a beautiful day. I fixed two plumbing issues. I stripped the bed and did laundry. I finished a landscape which was sort of meh, and did a quick little still life of my favorite brushes. I looked at two watercolor-related books. I shook my head over the news. I watched the daffodils start to yellow up. I opened the bedroom window. But the words… been a hard few days.

A Reminder of Ideas, Just in Case

Before the month started I wrote down this:
A reminder of ideas, just in case –
For those days when words didn’t flow from me
When there’s fresh laundry that needs my folding
and everything looks better than the page.
the list of ideas that might be useful.

Oh spirit of writing, where have you gone?

Practice, perseverance, daily commute
The work of dailyness, the clouds and sky
sonnets and haiku and some limericks
Taking time to look, A box full of paint
No ideas but in things. Just do the work.
Beauty. Coming home. Walls full of paintings.
A wall full of my paintings. Hold to joy.
The color of a lake. The length of days.

Oh spirit of writing, where have you gone?

Tonight this list is a whole universe
tonight the words are somewhere in between
Today I painted, I’d say with success
a still life of my brushes. And I fixed
the washer so it works. I folded sheets.
I reviewed the reminder of ideas.

Not among the missing!

Nope, I’m here. Just been busy and tired and doing this and that which doesn’t always seem like very much. Put together a packet of poems to send the two workshop teachers I’ll be meeting with soon enough. That’s coming up fast and frankly, I’m SO ready for a vacation.

NaNoWriMo is about to start again and even though I know I won’t be totally aiming for a 50K year, I am hoping to get the story at least to the end in timeline form and do as much as I can in between everything else.

I’ve been trying to squeeze in a little painting too. I spent a pleasant hour or so recently watching some videos – ain’t the internet grand? – and learned how to mix some mighty good greys. The teacher seemed anxious to reassure viewers that it’s ok that there seemed to be color overtones in his greys – blues or greens or reds or browns and I nodded. I knew all this was true – greys are warm and cool and muddy and reflective of other colors and they’re never just black and white mixed together. So blue and red lake? perfect for clouds pushing it a little to blue, a little to red whatever you need.

//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js

Click here for all the rest of the album.

I’m also thankful for some painting advice I got from someone I met through work. He asked me if I was having fun painting (yes) and then asked where I was getting my supplies (he approved) and gave me a tip from his own great experience (cool!). He was encouraging of my writing and it was nice of him to look at my dabblings!

From the quote box just now:

Tomorrow is only found in the calendar of fools. — Og Mandino

Warez MB – August Edition

Don’t you find that if you push really hard on something, you need a little downtime to get ready for the next thing? I do. Finished quilting and any day now I’m going to get going on the next part. Honest!

Yesterday I did a little painting and a little writing. Oh, and it’s the return of the August Postcard Poetry Fest. Tenth year for the Fest, third time around for me. Simple premise – sign up and get put into a group of 31 other people. You send a postcard every day to the people on the list starting with the person below you on the list and everyone else does the same. The leader of the PoPoFest would prefer that we write directly on each card and send it out as is. I’m not quite there. I write on the screen but I don’t edit. So I’m close. You can see last year’s cards up in the menu bar above.

What else. Work. Back to school. Upcoming vacay time and oh yeah better get that project done and done.

Today, this was on my doorstep!

HP and the Cursed Child

Should be fun after listening to the Silmarillion. Some parts more than once!

#bobbincount 3 plus 10

So I had to stop and undo a little quilting. Can’t complain because it’s been pretty smooth going but I couldn’t leave this bit. Broke the top thread and found I didn’t have to cut the bottom because the bobbin had just run out. Now I’m ready to go again.

#bobbincount 2 plus 10

#bobbincount (11), unexpected cheer and stuff

I plowed along tonight, listening to The Silmarillion and to music and enjoying the temperate temperature. 70’s is much nicer for quilting in than 90’s.

Bobbin count for tonight is 11, and I actually quilted 2/3 of another one, but you’ll hear more about that one tomorrow no doubt.

Last night I went down to get the laundry out of the dryer. It was late and I was just going to put it away and go to bed. As I came up the stairs my eye was caught something in the pantry-way along the cellar stairs – could it be? was there really a bottle of Moscato there? This was what greeted me when I took off the wrapper.

And this was the other end of the cork:

Hard not to be happy about that!