Counting words
ten at a time
twenty
thirty
Aiming for word count
three
thousand
words
345 down
2655 to go
Why can’t I ever
start writing
before eleven
p.m.?
Monday Meme-Vancouver Lights
After a few weeks of hiatus, the Monday Meme is back!
This week I had the unexpected pleasure of an upgrade to a penthouse suite at the Four Seasons Hotel in Vancouver. It was stunning. I thorough enjoyed stretching out in front of the huge picture window, and admiring the glorious view as I worked away on my writing projects. The poem that this view inspired in me can be read in the link above. How about you? How does this view inspire you?
Your assignment:
1. create a poem, story, or article based on this photo.
2. Post it on your blog.
3. Cut and paste the photo onto your post (leaving the Monday Meme text).
4. Put a link to your post in the comments to this post below so we can visit your blog.
I’m looking forward to seeing what you come up with! (I will leave a comment on your blog post itself, rather than posting in response to your link here).
video- wonderful start to Christmas November 24, 2013
This is absolutely delightful. Florence Baptist Temple in Burlington, Kentucky, USA sure put on a great show for their Singing Christmas Tree! These young men are quite awesome. In honour of the beginning of the Christmas season: Enjoy!
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poem-thanks November 23, 2013
I thanked the cleaner
in the hotel wash room
for her good work, and the pride
the staff showed in keeping a wonderful
establishment pristine.
As I left the room
a lady following me said,
“That was very kind of you,
cleaners don’t hear that often enough.”
But she did not
say thank you
herself.
poem- city lights
Every light
moving on the streets
blinking in the buildings
Every light
a life
story.
poem- danger November 20, 2013
Stepping across the street
you are in danger.
Driving to the grocery store
is more dangerous than
flying across the country.
Why then,
does leaving the bonds of earth
and taking to sky or sea
seem like braving great
danger?
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I’m not afraid of flying, but I still hold my breath during those take off and landings! Off to another conference. This will be my 5th one this calendar year! I am learning about career education in BC.
poem- fiery eyes November 19, 2013
Mist drifts on snowy mountains,
slash piles burning:
molten eyes in a ghostly face
glowing above us
poem- MOBY dreams (chapter titles found poem) November 18, 2013
Diana Gabaldon just released the next set of chapter titles (68-81) for her next novel, “My Own Heart’s Blood.” They looked like they were asking to be a poem, so now they are. I have taken the liberty of re-ordering them for my own purposes. She assures readers there are no spoilers, but I make no such promises. (ha!) I usually use phrases exactly as found, but in this case, the bold words are the titles, and anything not bolded is added for sense or transition (or my own entertainment).
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The Cider Orchard
High Noon
A Single Louse
In the Wrong Place at the Wrong Time
ponders the
Peculiar Behavior of a Tent, full of
Morasses and Imbroglios,
a Folie à Trois,
The Dangers of Surrendering to passion are,
The Sort of Thing That Will Make a Man Sweat and Tremble,
(and a louse, too) when it must
Go Out in Darkness.
Consider,
The Price of Burnt Sienna:
is a Sparrow-Fart
Among the Tombstones
Pater Noster
Holy louse,
wrong place, wrong time, indeed.
Shawn L. Bird 