Visitation

Ghost (Photo credit: photophilde)

 

I just noticed the couple in my living room

after I perused my reflection in the mirror

hanging in the foyer. It was a particularly fearsome day

as I had worked a twelve hour shift and this was my first

moment to myself. I noted they were sitting side by side

and eating slices of cake off of small plates; tentatively

forking small bites into their mouth always trying to catch

a morsel of chocolate frosting to enhance the taste of the

moist marbled cake beneath. “Who are you and how did

you get in my house?” My words must have startled them

for they looked up at me with a look of surprise and quickly

put their plates down and rose from the sofa clasping hands

in a lovingly worrisome gesture. In a moment, they seemed to flicker

like a movie image whereas before they were hauntingly real with a

crystal clarity beyond life-like. Before I could say another word both

man and woman just disappeared with no word and no sign that they

had ever been there, even the plates filled with partially eaten cake

were nowhere to be seen. I stared at the spot where they had once been

and wondered if I was imagining all this or I was really asleep dreaming.

I pinched the inside of my arm in hopes that it would wake me from this

strange dream, but no such luck, as the pain radiated out from the spot on

my arm and I realized what I had witnessed. A visitation from a genuine apparition;

a ghost or I should say ghosts right here in my living room. I didn’t know who they were

or what they wanted or if they were really of the friendly variety. All I knew right then

was sleep was a long ways away and it was going to be a long night coming.

If Only

In search of some sunshine… (Photo credit: smkybear)

when I was younger

I thought I knew what it

took to make me happy

but as time flies by the sureness

of my intentions seem to waver

like a leaf floating on the breeze

of a gorgeous spring day; if only

I had listened to my first instinct

and tried for many ideas of my

imaginative nature; maybe they

would have flowered into something

solid and sure; a foundation to build

upon to make my life a more enjoyable

existence instead of working even

harder as I get older to persevere

in my dreams to leave a piece

of me to endure for future generations

Within The Ordinary

Blogging Montage (Photo credit: Blogging Librarian)

 

My days lack any real excitement

it’s just one ordinary thing after another

wash the dishes, clean the floors

and don’t forget to swab the toilet

Gross! I hate that with a vengeance

for very obvious reasons; the litany

of my days could stretch for miles

and miles into infinity if it wasn’t for

my blog and writing itself. I practice

the art of creating word pictures in

between times of menial tasks; it

breaks up the monotony of regular

life and day to day living in an

ordinary home of a woman with

big dreams and a warm heart

working to make my purest fantasies

a reality in the midst of the ordinary.

Two to Tango

English: Love Heart with bandage for repair (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

ONE

There is only one phrase

that I know sets my heart

to singing; it’s such a simple

phrase, but it means so much.

I love you, the one thing that

could mend everything if people

would let it; the only thing that

matters to me in my world. Give

it a whirl in yours with someone today.

 

English: Ballroom Tango Dancers (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

TWO

when I’m feeling down

and there’s no one to save me

you take the time to hold me

and whisper, I love you. Nothing

calms the fears and uplifts the

spirits like those three words do

It’s like a salve to a burn on my heart

magically the pain just seems to go

away; no more worries, no more

sadness; happiness is here to stay

 

 

 

Note: I just couldn’t help myself. I had to go and write not one poem, but two poems. I felt inspired. Anyway, I hope you like. Let me hear from you down in the comments.

Peace.

Apologies

Sorry I didn’t post yesterday. I know it’s not really a big deal, but it is to me. I made a commitment to myself to post every day on this blog and I feel I’ve let myself down. But, I have a good reason; I’ve been fighting a cold coupled with a very bad cough. I hope to feel better soon. I did manage to pull off a post in between coughing fits. It’ll be out later tonight. I hope you enjoy. Oh, by the way, everyone have a great night.

 

Peace out.

Carol

Flash Pack

Flash (comics) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I decided to challenge myself by writing a dozen six-word stories for the DP Weekly Writing Challenge. And boy, it was not easy. This is my first time writing such small tales. I did my best. I hope you enjoy.

∞

She choked ‘til she bled out.

♦

She turned as the knife swooped.

♦

Stop it. But the knife refused.

♦

No! Her hand pushed back futilely.

♦

Blood seeps through the cracked door.

♦

She wanted love. She died alone.

♦

Lone figure stands on edge. Jumps.

♦

Go fishing. Something pulls you under.

♦

Go to college. End up homeless

♦.

Build a house. Lightning sparks fire.

♦

A dancer. Crazy traffic. No legs.

♦

First time skydiving. Excited. Parachute fails.

Ready, Set, …Tape!

Cover of Physical

I miss my portable cassette tape player/recorder. I used to get blank audio cassettes and tape my favorite songs off the radio. I couldn’t afford full-fledged cassettes; the blank ones were way cheaper. Once in a while, I could buy regular tapes ( that’s what I called cassettes then) which was a treat. Olivia Newton-John’s Physical was my absolute favorite. I played that tape over and over again.

English: A RadioShack brand cassette recorder, with built-in microphone. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Although there were downsides to tapes back in the 80’s as there is to everything. Here’s my attempt at free verse about it. I hope you like.

Cassettes of varying tape quality and playing time (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

pop in the cassette

press record and play

at the same time

watch the reels spin

round and round

as they capture

your song like

magic for you

to enjoy until the

tape snarls in the

mechanism inside

and you have to

untangle it from

around the pole

then smooth out

the wrinkles and roll

it back up into its

case and with luck

it will still play

for you again

Alone

Alone it stay <3> (Photo credit: Giampaolo Macorig)

I could get struck by lightning

 

out of the clear blue sky

 

a boulder could come tumbling

 

down a mountain ravine

 

knocking me down

 

never to be seen

 

in this life; a careening

 

semi could come screeching

 

over top me leaving nothing

 

but pieces of me scattered

 

over the interstate; thoughts

 

of a bloody end leaves me shivering

 

to the very core; all these events

 

are worst case scenarios, but

 

the worse for me would be

 

losing the love of my family

 

and friends; how worse

 

could it be than being alone

 

Bowled Over by Liebster

I am so bowled over. I just found out yesterday that I have been nominated for the Liebster Award. I’m flabbergasted. I’ve never been nominated for anything in my life. It’s such a thrill to have someone else acknowledge my writing. My confidence is definitely boosted. I owe all this gratitude to the one who nominated me: Pigspittle at http://magoo45.wordpress.com/. Go check it out.

From what I understand, here’s how it goes for the Liebster Award:

(the following section from Pigspittle)

The Liebster is (typically) awarded to bloggers with under 200 followers to try to promote their blog and unite a community of bloggers. The rules of the competition are as follows:

• The nominated user must provide a link back to the person who nominated them. (check — see above)
• Provide 11 facts about yourself
• Answer 11 questions set by the person who nominated you
• Choose 11 more people and ask them 11 questions!

 

 

Facts about Me:

I love the band One Direction.

My favorite animals are wolves, dolphins, and horses.

I’m a secret science-fiction/fantasy geek. I still love Star Trek. My fave is The Next Generation series. I had a crush on Captain Picard.

Cameras are my best friends. Love taking pictures.

I have a thing for trees. I admire them for all their natural qualities and they’re pretty awesome.

I am a Hillbilly Buckeye. I was born in Ohio and grew up in West Virginia. But, now I live in New York state. What does that make me now? A Hillbilly Buckeye Empire stater. Sounds kooky.

I love Jet Li and Jean Claude VanDamme movies.

My favorite tv show is The Walking Dead. I have a crush on Daryl Dixon/Norm Reedus.

I still love stuffed animals. I have a puppy and Sponge Bob on my desk right now.

I always rock some jams when I write poetry.

Moons, stars, and rainbows are my favorite symbols and designs.

 

 

My answers to my nominator‘s questions:

If you could live in any historical period, what would it be and why?

 I think I would go with the 60s. I’d always imagine my life as a hippie. Flower Power. Peace

 

Where is your favorite place to write/blog?

Oftentimes I blog/write on my computer at home, but other times I get the urge to grab a notebook and go for a walk.

 

Who has influenced your life the most and how?

 I would have to say my immediate family: my boyfriend and three kids.

 

What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

Well, I do have to get up and wake up the kids for school. But, the main reason is writing my blog and other projects.

 

How do you get past writer’s block?

I, usually, go do something else like the dishes or watch a short program. It seems to shake up the juices and frees the snag keeping the words in.

 

What do you want to be doing in five years?

I still expect to be writing my blogs. I also want to be writing books,poetry, plays, and some freelance writing. On top of that, I’m going to do photography. Maybe even do a gallery showing.

 

How much time do you spend writing/blogging each day?

My guesstimate is 4 to 5 hours a day. I’d like to do more.

 

For what are you most grateful?

I’m grateful for my ability to think, sense, and imagine.

 

If you could give someone you love a gift, what would it be?

If I had the money, I would give my boyfriend new dental implants.

 

Who is your favorite fictional character and why?

 Buffy Summers from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Well, obviously, she could kick ass and she always had a witty comeback for any situation. I just love , underneath all that, she is still just a girl trying to figure it out. Like we all have in this world.  

 

What song makes you want to dance?

I Want to Dance With Somebody Who Loves Me by Whitney Houston.

 

 

My nominees:

Writing & Stuff

Witty or Not, Here I Come

The Shape of Y    

My 500 Words A Day    

Michael LaFleur

 

Note: I plan on updating with the remainder of my nominations.

 

 

Questions to Nominees:

What was the best moment of your life?

How did you become a writer/blogger?

Who’s on your music player when you write?

If you could make one wish come true, what would it be?

What one place in the world would you choose to live?

If someone showed up on your doorstep and offered you a suitcase full of money to never write/blog for the rest of your life, what would you do?

If you could only have one creative outlet, what would it be?

If you could go anywhere in time, where would you go?

What song transports you back to childhood?

Where does your blogging dreams take you in ten years?

If your life were a tv show, what would it be?

Sunny Side Up

 

Reason to believe? What is my reason to believe? Hmm. Maybe it’s my stubborn optimism facing each and every day. Even when I run into terrible and hard things, I still believe the world will be just a little bit better tomorrow. I can feel disheartened sometimes by the awful things that people do in this world. But, down deep, I have an endless supply of “the sun will come out tomorrow.” And you seen what happened to her. She ended up with a rich daddy and soon-to-be mommy and servants. Jeesh louise! Talk about never giving up.

House of a wealthy Gypsy-family in Huedin, Romania (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’ll know I won’t get that lucky. Besides, I’m too old for a rich daddy and I don’t think my boyfriend would like me hanging out with another guy, even if he was loaded. Nah. That’s over the rainbow. My unending confidence, I think, stems from my kids. I refuse to believe that the world, as we know it, will not improve. Despite all the awful tragedies taking place, or in spite of them, I know there can be good here. At least, in my little corner of it. I think of all the beauty and good deeds that people do every day without wanting anything in return. All the acts of charity and reaching out to touch another soul in some small way. I get so emotional at times like that.

Chihuly Sculpture (Photo credit: geoftheref)

My kids instill faith in me because I feel they will have it better than I did. And I’m not talking about making more money. I believe they will have options and many doors to choose from. They get to decide which door to go through. Heck, they could even go back and choose a different one. If they want to move to Los Angeles and become corporate big wigs or they decide to dedicate their life to disadvantaged people by serving in the Peace Corps, I’ll be fine with any decision they make. I’m their mom, their cheerleader, and I always have their back.

Choices (Photo credit: Pensiero)

My reason to believe lies within myself and branches out through my children. What can I say? I’m invested in the betterment of the world.