My Challenge: Poetry Writing

Smoke and Ashes
(a poem from the bottom up)

Drifting slowly around my broken heart.

Turn into shattered memory pieces,

I watched it sadly

Has died forever.

Our love

Ashes.

Drifting slowly out the blackened chimney.

Turn into burning gray ash,

I watched it angrily

Has been burned.

Your letter

Letter.

Visual Poetry

This poem is part of the poetry challenge I gave myself. I hope you like it.

I also want to thank Ellis of desk49 for helping me see poetry in a more visual way. He often plays with the form of his poetry, leaving visual cues.

For example, he wrote a poem I really liked called Ashes. When you can, hop over to this poem and see if you can figure why I think it’s a visual poem.

Thank you, Ellis:~)

Can you guess

Now, I couldn’t just put this poem up without a challenge for you, could I:~)

Hopefully, you recognize the visual aspect of this poem, but there’s also something else that’s different about it. Can you guess what it is?

Story Photo: What’s to See?

Speak to you

I am not going to spend a lot of time telling you why I took this photograph or what it means to me:~) Instead, let’s get right to it.

Today, I want you to tell me what’s to see in this picture. Stop for a moment and look at it. How does this picture speak to you? When you’re ready, choose one of the challenges and respond in the comment box. It’s that easy!

The challenge

With this challenge, you can answer one, two or all the questions. It’s up to you.

  • What do you notice most about this picture?
  • How does it make you feel?
  • Is it at the beginning, the middle or the end of something? Why?
  • What do you think this is?

The special challenge

Your comment must include answers to ALL of the following questions. You can answer them sequentially or you can create a story that answers them.

  • If you were to give the object in this picture a name, what would you call it?
  • Where do you think this object lives?
  • Would it be friend or foe? Give reasons for your answer.
  • If this object were to talk to you, what would it tell you?

I’m ending this Story Photo Challenge with a quote from one of my favorite photographers.

“While there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with our own eyes, there is another in which it proves to us how little our eyes permit us to see.” ~ Dorothea Lange

Have fun, be creative and enjoy:~)

Can You Say It?

Oh, To Say I Am Sorry

A few days ago, JC and I had a fight. Actually, it would be more correct to say “I got in a fight with JC.” I was in a crabby mood and he did something that irritated me.

I stomped around in a mini tantrum. He tried to reason with me, but I would have none of it. Eventually, he went outside to hit some golf balls, telling me he’d talk to me later when I had calmed down.

After he left, I sat on the porch feeling miserable. I wasn’t speaking to him but my anger was basically gone.

While rocking in my chair I realized I was at fault. I was tired from being up early with our old dog for her “crack-of-dawn” pee break.

When he returned I looked up at him and realized I had to make a choice. I could stay angry or I could say “I am sorry.” This should have been an easy choice.

Instead, I found saying “I am sorry” difficult. They are just three words. I had acted badly, yet it was hard to admit my mistake and apologize.

The Apology Changes Everything

I remembered a problem I’d had with a company I’d been a customer with for over 20 years. I had sent them a check with the wrong company name on it. I was promised they would void the check because I was sending them a corrected one, but instead, they cashed it.

When I called to find out why, I was given all sorts of excuses. I was passed from person to person and after receiving more excuses, I became angry. Because of that incident, I canceled my service with them.

All I had needed to hear from them were the same three words I was finding hard to say to JC: “I am sorry.”

If the staff had acknowledged their mistake in cashing the check, I would have been fine with it. Instead, they argued with me and useless negative energy was passed back and forth; just like what I had done with JC.

As I sat huddled in my rocker with JC waiting to see what I would say, I looked up at him and said, “I am sorry. It was my mistake.”

He smiled and gave me a hug. I smiled back at him, immediately feeling relieved because I knew I had said the right thing. Saying “I’m sorry” was much easier than I’d thought.

What about you?

Is it easy for you to say these three words when you’re angry?

Can you think of a situation when you were in the wrong and couldn’t or didn’t say you were sorry? Do you regret it?

How do you feel about getting angry? Do you avoid it or has it been useful to you at times?

Photo Credit: Kickers

Story Photo: The Special Guest

Today, I have a special surprise for you. I have a guest writer and photographer for this Story Photo Challenge post:~) Let’s see if you can figure out who this person is.

  • She’s a fantastic photographer. Her photos are so real that you feel as if you could almost touch what’s in the picture.
  • She’s a very gifted writer who can create a character or capture an emotion so that the reader feels the life in her words.
  • She’s had her poetry and short stories published, but her real love is writing novels and she’s currently working on getting a novel published!
  • When I’m visiting other sites and find one of her comments, I know that she takes time to really read a person’s post and there’s always gentleness in the words she leaves behind.
  • For me, she is a kindred spirit. I feel as if I’ve known her for ages and yet, we’ve never met. I think of her whenever I look up in the sky and see a hawk gliding through the air.

If you haven’t already guessed,my very special guest is Talon. I think you will enjoy her Story Photo post and challenges.

Welcome Talon

First, I have to thank Sara—one of the sweetest, most generous souls it’s been my pleasure to meet through the magic of the internet—for asking me to guest post. Sara’s heartfelt writing and her view of the world around her is always inspiring to me—as is her infectiously warm spirit. This guest post is a first for me and it’s exciting. I took this particular photo at the beginning of June and realized that while it might not be a photo everyone would appreciate upon first glance (or maybe the hundredth), it would be the perfect photograph to inspire me for a Story Photo Challenge.

Deceiving looks

Appearances can be deceptive. We’ve all heard those old sayings: “Don’t judge a book by its cover” or “Appearances can be deceptive”. At first glance, this photo appears to be a spider making its way through the green world underworld of my garden/his home. Okay, I’m not positive he is really a “he” at all, but I think he is and I think his name is Harvey.

Harvey isn’t at all what he appears to be. If you find spiders ugly or scary, then you don’t really have to feel that way about Harvey because Harvey isn’t a spider. While he does belong to the same class as spiders (which include mites, ticks, and scorpions and, yes, those are all a bit scary, I’ll agree), Harvey is actually an animal that goes by the common name of Daddy Longlegs.

He’s actually a pretty cool animal to have around your garden. He isn’t poisonous and he’s not a deadly killer. He’s fascinating to watch as he manoeuvres about on his long legs (two of which are extra long and equipped with special sensors that let him know what’s up ahead. I wish we had those types of sensor, too!).

He does eat the eggs of small critters and creatures that enjoy feasting on garden plants and cleans up the dead bodies of those unfortunates who meet their demise there…so he’s a good guy who happens to look like a spider. Poor Harvey is often maligned and feared and, really, he’s not at all what you think he is upon first glance.

I think we’ve all been guilty of jumping to conclusions based on appearances. How could we not? We live in a society that prides itself more upon how we look than who we are.

The Challenge

For this Story Photo Challenge, I would love if you would share a time when you totally misjudged someone or something based on appearance. Some questions that come to mind:

  • Did you feel badly afterward? Did it make you hesitate the next time you wanted to jump to conclusions?
  • Was there ever a time when your first impression was right?
  • If so, was the impression a negative one or a positive one? Did that make you jump to conclusions more or less in the future?

The Special Challenge

As a Special Challenge because Sara has such creative and clever commenters (alliteration works well sometimes, doesn’t it?) I would love if you would tell me exactly where Harvey was headed and what he was up to.

Thank you so much, Sara. This has been so fun! Taking photos is something I really enjoy—it’s one activity that brings me complete relaxation—and your Story Photo Challenge posts have made me appreciate even more the story (real or imagined) behind a simple photograph.

Photo Credit: Talon