a poetic journal.
Recorded on 8/27/20. This is the 2nd part of a two part video. I share the acapella song We Could’ve Been Good. I was going to go with another one but came across this one first (hence the speeded up part while I was looking 😉 The question of the night was “If you could gift everyone with one skill, what would it be?” Stick around for the end to hear Transe & Hanna’s response.
Continue reading “a lyric and a song part 2”
Ooooooh so there was a glitch in my scheme so it seemed I thought because of his Nordic good looks he would respond kindly because I took the time to cook and baked these krumkake cookies for him hours, days and months of familiar, intimate conversation I finally had the courage to show my appreciation with more than a hope we could move beyond just friends Alas, he looked at me aghast I don't know what to sayContinue reading “an intimate glitch”
Oh ’twas a sad day when I learned that the overdrive phone app would soon be going away. It was/is my favorite app. I had even turned some friends on to it along with the benefits of having our local library card.
Like not only can you read books you also have access to some great movies and documentaries through Kanopy. It also gives you access to a number of learning portals. I have an account with linkedin learning aka Lynda.
But of the above, Overdrive was the benefit I used the most. I recently downloaded Libby and am still trying to get used to it. Shouldn’t be hard as they are owned by the same company, right. However, I see that I won’t have access to my previous download history. I enjoyed some of those books immensely.
Continue reading “I love my library card”
Recorded on 8/27/20. This is the part one of a two part video. I start off by sharing the lyric Something New and show off Garbo again. (Earlier our fabulous hosts Transe and Hanna were showing off their cats and you know cat people 😉
A quick note about this lyric, it was inspired after watching the movie Finding Neverland.
Continue reading “a lyric and a song part 1”
Have to take a moment, let my eyes adjust and my pupils dilate, Oh! the musty scent of the damp stones, couldn't help but crinkle my nose I was lost, with no plan, caught traipsing through tunnels without a map I need to focus, mentally retrace my steps, try anyway, and answer those questions How did I get lost here? It was a riddle like life, right? I was stranded, abandoned making my way through this maze with no exit in sight.Continue reading “lost”
one simple sentenceContinue reading “15 minutes”
using simple words
we're all screaming
we just wanna be heard
voices fighting
for the front of the line
voices fighting
for our time
it's 15 minutes
in the spotlight
make the most of the moment
make it worth your fight
we only get 15 minutes
to be remembered
don't let your legacy
burn in the embers
Continue reading “the cryptic rendezvous”
I did not want my mind to go there
I did my best not to let it wander
into the desolation of my imagination
so as a distraction
I looked up the words of the day
they so perfectly detailed the situation
and the lines and rhymes started
to flood my mind
a narrative began to form
scribbles in excitement
a poem was about to be born.
It's been two months
that I've been stuck,
trapped in a rut
I’ve been unable to dig myself out of.
Two months.
I couldn't look up,
kept myself down
laid out on the ground.
The future is still a fog
but I finally took the first step
to drag myself out of this bog…
if I hiked to the top
of that diminutive butte
could I capture the sunset,
will I be able see the ocean,
watch the waves crash upon the beach,
can I touch a cloud
if I stretch
high and reach for the sky.
I was invited to a soirée the other day,
with glee I rsvp’d
in the mood to hobnob,
reunite and reconnect with friends
unseen since the commencement
of the pandemic
but dammit, cramps got in the way.
I spent all day in childs pose
the best way I know
to put the pain at ease.
They get the best of me.
I avoided the world that day,
sad, mad that I had to stay home
and miss the memories being made
Next time. Next time.
wod 9/24/21
Still Life by Louise Penny
So far so good. Will look more into this series.
ps I’m a huge fan of Bosch & Alex Cross
mhughes poetry 