Rambling or Poetry?

This is a Writing 101 challenge “Unlock the Mind” presented by The Daily Post.  I actually found the prompt on my friend’s page.

Idea:  To get started, let’s loosen up.  Let’s unlock the mind.  Today, take twenty minutes to free write. And don’t think about what you’ll write.  Just write.

Keep typing (or scribbling, if you prefer to hand-write for this exercise) until your twenty minutes are up.  It doesn’t matter if what you write is incomplete, or nonsense, or not worthy of the “Publish” button.

And for your first twist?  Publish this stream-of-consciousness post on your blog.

Ready?  And.  Go!


Icy long fingers motion to me
Come listen she asks to my story
Cannot fight her the power’s too great
Entranced by her beauty she haunts me

Ghostly whispers from out snowy lips
She planted her roots here long ago
Long after her death she still remains
She’ll never allow herself to go

Smoke and fire light and screams on the wind
Emanate from lost forgotten souls
Sisters brothers who’ve now been removed
Haunt her from atop the grassy knoll

Sadness sickens her and seasons pass
Tortured as north winds grow ever cold
Her hair blowing on blistering wind
Sap stained tears flow as her story’s told

Deep lines left behind by days grown old
Leaving marks on her beautiful gray
They only add to her mystery
Wrinkles steal none her beauty away

Laughter and love and then be forgot
Wondering if her birth was for naught
What many things she tried to have taught
Then she remembers the children and these

The dance and sway and play in the breeze
The jump and laugh and fall in her leaves
The bend and sing in the wint’ry air
Enjoying the wind brush her long gray hair

The sadness of her family gone
Seasons pass by and now Fall has come
She senses the spirits of some anew
New young saplings to enjoy the view

frosted fingers 02/12/2010

Words – 224

Okay, so the truth? It did take me 20 minutes to write this, initially. Then, like the stubborn person I am, I spent 5-10 minutes changing it and then 2 more minutes hunting the picture I was thinking about as I wrote it. Still, not perfect and I would like to change more of it but this is my basic 20-30 minute thought pattern. :)

So, what did y’all come up with? Holla! *smooch*

Live In The Very Minute

Advantage of Foresight is today’s prompt put forth by The Daily Post.

Here’s the idea:  You’ve been granted the power to predict the future!  The catch — each time you use your power, it costs you one day (as in, you’ll live one day less).  How would you use this power, if at all?


Worry not for tomorrow

Might it be filled with sorrow

It is a much better way

To live in each moment this day


Future is here soon enough

Living for Someday sounds rough

Tomorrow is not promised

I mean, let’s be honest


All we have is today – maybe not even that

But to live each moment as it’s our very last

We have this minute, not the next nor the past

This would be a much wiser time to pass


Plan for the morrow

Might it Someday come

But make memories for then

With the minute you’re in

Fill with laughter and love

Children grow fast enough

Let’s Go Bawling

Moved to Tears is today’s prompt from The Daily Post.

Here’s the idea:  Do movies, songs, or other forms of artistic expression easily make you cry?  Tell us about a recent tear-jerking experience!


My daughter and I recently watched Saving Mr. Banks and Heaven Is For Real.

Saving Mr. Banks is not at all what I expected.  You start out thinking this person needs to be shaken.  Then you begin to learn their back  story and understand why they are the way they are.  You cry for them because if you have a heart at all, you feel their pain, their suffering, not just from the tragedies of their youth, but for the baggage they continue to carry to this day.  I could see myself in the main character.  I could see how my own childhood demons have been carried throughout my life through bitterness, distrust, longing, separation, aloneness, fear, depression, lack of self confidence and self love, among other things, later to finally learn forgiveness and what it means to let go, at least from some of those demons.  I cried for her.  I cried for me.  I cried for all the people of the world who carry their inner child so heavily.

Towards the end of this movie (and I try my best to never spoil it for anyone else who hasn’t seen it), I rejoiced with and for her.  I wept tears of joy and was so proud of her.  It made me cry for me, too, as I know I’ve come a long way, especially since I finally learned the art of forgiveness.  Yes, finally, after years and reaching adulthood, and having my child, it was my child who taught me forgiveness.  You forgive and you let it go.  And you find joy and peace and it feels as if you’ve lost the weight of this whole other person – you get the monkey off your back, so to speak.

Mind you, a person may not always be completely healed of every sin committed against her but she can be always in the process of healing.  And some afflictions can be completely healed, once you learn forgiveness.

And oh my goodness, Heaven is for Real was an amazing movie!  I just adore Greg Kinnear in everything I’ve ever seen him in anyway, so that was the first piece of awesomeness.  Most anything related to miracles, God and Jesus, I am also interested in, as I have experienced several miracles in my own life, as well as feeling the physical presence of a Heavenly Host.  This movie moved me to tears firstly due to the thought of ever losing a child.  Just the thought that a child could come so close to death broke my heart.  And it pained my heart for every parent in the world who has ever lost a child.  That is a pain and a loss from which I don’t believe you could ever recover.  It would break me.  And so, for this, I bawled my eyes out.  At just the thought.

And then what this beautiful child experienced was beyond words really.  All I can say is that if you haven’t seen it, I fully recommend it.  If you need to further or deepen your belief in Heaven, in God, in Jesus and angels, this movie is for you.  If you need to see what I believe to be the face of Jesus and strengthen your faith, this movie is for you.  I mean, I already believed and nothing could make me waver.  And I already knew Jesus was beautiful.  But it always helps me more to hear miraculous stories from others.  It shows me that God/Jesus are still alive and well (I mean, duh!) and creating miracles for people all around the world every single day and it never gets old.

If I Had My Own Personal Robot…

The Daily Post’s writing prompt for today is You, Robot.

The idea:  Congrats — you’ve been handed a robot whose sole job is to relieve you of one chore, job, or responsibility you particularly hate. What is it?


Okay, this is an easy one.  I don’t hate this responsibility/job, BUT if I had a robot to handle this for me, I’d have him/her/it relieve me of my contracts.  I actually like the work I do.  However, if I could more fully focus on the book I’m writing, I would so love to not have to work all day long.  I’d have time to clean my house, time to write, time for yard work and quality family time.

My contracts go anywhere from 3 hours a day to 15 hours a day, 5, 6 or 7 days per week.  There are highs and lows to working from home.  I’ll take all of it, though, because there’s no place I’d rather be.  I am allowed the opportunity to drive my child to and from school, take her to any and all appointments, help her with homework and projects and everything else she does.  In other words, I get to stay home, work and raise my child all at the same time.  And.  It’s.  Wonderful.

I hate to do the dishes but it doesn’t take long to do those.  So I’d rather be free of “work” to have the 3-15 hrs per day to do other stuff.  Wouldn’t that be amazing???!!!

What would you have your robot do for you?

Do You Have Demons?

The Daily Post’s daily writing prompt for Aug. 23 was Opening Lines.

Here’s the idea:  What’s the first line of the last song you listened to (on the radio, on your music player, or anywhere else)?  Use it as the first sentence of your post.


See if you can guess what I was listening to…  (you can guess or you can sing my song along to the tune of spoiler alert!)

When the days are cold
And you’re getting old
Looking at your life
Wishing you’d been bold

Spent your life in fear
Wasted every year
Wondering what if
And now death is near

I wanna live it now
I wanna make my wow
There’s not much I can do
What do I have to prove

I wanna show myself
Not keep it on a shelf
I can do anything
I can do anything

When you see my eyes
You can feel my pain
I’m so locked up inside
I’m so locked up inside
Don’t ask me what
Don’t ask me why
I’m so locked up inside
I’m so locked up inside

What will they all say
Your eulogy day
That you tried your best
That you paved your way

That you overcome
That God’s will was done
That you were so brave
Fought your fears and won

She took her fears and faced
She won that tough race
Nothing she couldn’t do
She had herself to prove

I wanna show myself
Not keep it on a shelf
I can do anything
I can do anything

When you see my eyes
You can feel my pain
I’m so locked up inside
I’m so locked up inside
Don’t ask me what
Don’t ask me why
I’m so locked up inside
I’m so locked up inside

Don’t wait another day
Don’t let it get away
You need to face your fear
Get it out of here

You must believe in you
Let me tell you I do
Get out and do that thing
And make your own heart sing

When you see my eyes
You might feel my fear
But I will choose to fight
I’m gonna choose to shine
Don’t ask me what
Don’t ask me why
I’m gonna bring my light
I’m gonna choose to shine

Wonder and Tragedy

The Daily Post has their prompt for the day as:  Tunnel Vision

You’ve been given the ability to build a magical tunnel that will quickly and secretly connect your home with the location of your choice — anywhere on Earth.  Where’s the other end of your tunnel?


Deep within the Carpathian Mountains

A little known cave in Romania

Hides secret passage to another realm

Shadowy caverns Transylvania

Conceals a portal between old new worlds

Whence Magdalena traveled just twice more

Carrying her seventh the chosen one

Thru a once long ago safe passage door

Tunnel to Old World pure magic once lived

Before wars started and one found the key

What once was a shred of peaceful free Earth

Now the veils are torn by evil and greed

Wondering what will become young Willa

For she knows nothing of her history

Time will tell as life and events unfold

What befalls her wonder and tragedy

Name o’ the Game… or Car

The Daily Post has delivered its daily prompt:  The Name’s The Thing

Have you ever named an inanimate object?  (Your car?  Your laptop?  The volleyball that kept you company while you were stranded in the ocean?) Share the story of at least one object with which you’re on a first-name basis.

I have indeed named a few of my cars, though not all of them.  This 2002 Ford Explorer I’ve been driving since around April of 2002, I named Stormy Blue.  That’s what she looks like, so it became her name.  She’s my favorite color for a vehicle.  She’s a beaut!  We have been through a lot together and though I may never own another Ford Explorer (Shhh!  Don’t tell her), she’s still getting us to and fro and we’re thankful.

My laptop occasionally has a nickname, I’m a bit embarrassed to admit.  Hi Ho Silver.  Yes.  “Silver” for short.  (Some o’ you young’ns may not get The Lone Ranger reference but that’s ok.)  I call him.  I actually call him.  As if he might actually answer me.  ‘Silver?!  Where are ya, boy?’  I’m not right.  I know this.  And yes, he walks off and hides, because I thump him daily.  Poor little dude is tired of getting poked and tapped on.  I find him in my bedroom, sometimes hiding beneath my bed.  I find him in my office, sitting in my chair.  I find him in the living room, laying around on the couch, and sometimes sprawled out on the floor.

Hmm…  What else?  Of course, I had 3 dolls and several barbies when I was younger and they all had names.  Duh.  (I believe I still have them packed up somewhere.)  I’ve had a few stuffed animals throughout the years and all of those have had names.  I actually held on to a couple of those.  I’ve had Peaches, The Wonder Dog since I was about 3 years old.  He made me happy when I was sad and he made me better when I was sick.  He’s held lots of tears through the years along with a lot of germs.  And yes, I finally washed him after reaching adulthood.  It’s amazing he never made me sick.  Also amazing is how he didn’t fall apart when I washed him.  And then there’s my Honey.  I bought him when I was pregnant with Hallie.  My hub wasn’t the most talented person at comforting me, so I got my little squishy and soft Honey dog and hugged him all night long and crazy at it sounds, he made me feel better.  Am I crazy?  You don’t have to answer that.