The Enthusiasm Wagon…

The tomatoes are growing!

Here we are again, it’s Monday, the sun is shining, every reason to feel optimistic…

But I don’t. Somehow, I fell off the enthusiasm wagon over the weekend. Not sure why, for there didn’t seem to be a reason. Maybe I just needed to chill out for a bit.

Trouble is, today, I can’t seem to find that bloody wagon!

I have been feeling a little uneasy lately, but nothing I could put my finger on. Just enough to make my thoughts wander. I need to be more organised, have more work scheduled, already written, that sort of thing. This simply must happen if we want to move on, or up in the writing world.

Marketing has been a bit of a non-entity this year, and for the life of me, I cannot remember when it stopped being at the top of our must-do list! These days there are so many things going on, it has become difficult to string several thoughts together in order to trigger the creative process.

Apart from the garden, which does see me occasionally. More duty than inspirational though, despite managing to grow our first tomatoes, as they must be watered. But for those few minutes, as I wander around spraying water, something magical happens and I come back inside in a much better mood.

Sunflowers

Now the weather is getting warmer, I think I will be working/writing outside. I’m not sure if this is where the enthusiasm wagon is parked, but it’s definitely not in my office!

Jaye

The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 558 ~ #Poetry

Image by FelixMittermeier from Pixabay

Some fierce and painful words this week…

Faux Pas of the Week!

I wanted to do so much yesterday. My head was buzzing with enthusiasm, eager to get started.

So why I found myself knee-deep in my store of images, defies logic. This is something I have long been meaning to do, but sorting all of them will probably take another lifetime. I just wanted to put Anita’s poems in one folder, and this would take minutes.

This wasn’t on my list and could have waited for another day, but something made me want to do it, and I saw no harm in what should have been a quick job.

I have never been brilliant at copying and pasting, but I don’t know a better way of doing it. All was going well when the PC suddenly decided to be awkward. It allowed me to group copy several poems but wouldn’t paste them.

I persevered, wanting to finish the job and move on when the highlighted images and the waiting folder simply vanished.

I stared at the screen, wondering what kind of game it was playing this time. My heart was in my stomach, fearing the worst and I couldn’t figure out my next move.

I didn’t know whether to be upset or angry, so I did neither. I put the matter out of my mind and moved to another job, secretly hoping that didn’t vanish too.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully, thank God.

This morning, I was determined to have a good look, to see if I could find the missing folder at least, as I could probably find the poems online if necessary.

I looked everywhere. In the downloads, documents, Word, and a host of likely folders, with no luck.

Then, that small voice in my head suggested the recycle bin.

And that’s where they were, all of them…

I was hoping for a better day today, but Anita has just mentioned that the TV is playing up again!

Blackbird ~ Wordle 557 ~ #Poetry

Image by carabito from Pixabay

Blackbird, take me with you
High above the earth
Where I can search for a woman
Out of time, her ashes, 
windblown across the ocean
She has taken my heart
I need it back
I have one creed to live by 
That love survives
In a world where the meek tremble
It seems to me
Life with a broken heart is hard
I will find her in another’s eyes
She will live again
Love will mend a broken heart…

©AnitaDawes2022

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge…

#TankaTuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 277, #SpecificForm: tanka prose

Image by M. H. from Pixabay ~ Tanka poem by A. Dawes

Ghost of a Chance… just what I need!

Work in Progress!

For the past few days, I have shut myself in the office with that timeless excuse, I simply cannot put this book down!

Seriously, for the first time in a long time, I am really committed to finishing this book. Where I can generally put my writing aside to do all the normal, everyday jobs, I suddenly can’t do it. This book has to come first…

I cannot stop until I can no longer hold a pen, and I even eat at my desk. I hope this won’t just be a flash in the pan as the word count is rising!

I hope!

A Weird Week…

Impossible, that’s Anita’s poem today, and that word sums up the week we have just had.

We are used to crazy and can tolerate a little madness (in short doses), but we haven’t seen weird around here for quite a while. We are exhausted, both mentally and physically, so will need a quiet weekend to process everything. (in other words, shove everything back into the right boxes!)

Wishing everyone a lovely peaceful weekend too, and we will be back on Monday!

Does anyone fancy a paddle?

June BlogBattle: Scar ~ #Poetry

June 2022 Blog Battle

Ocean Deep


The scar I carry is not visible
so many years later it hurts
like carrying a suitcase full of rocks
It started with name calling
Then my chair pulled away as I sat
They threw things at me, homework got torn
Things got worse, the older we grew
too many things
I try not to remember,
The rocks on my back are enough
Over the years, 
some of the rocks have fallen away
Memory plays its part
Yet the scar is deep, like the ocean dark
I heard someone say, we adopt memories
If that’s the case, I wish I could give them back
To swim in a clear ocean
It took too many years hiding
Not until the day I met him, did I learn to smile
Some of the rocks fell away from my back
When children came along, 
the suitcase grew a great deal lighter
I keep one rock on the kitchen window sill
To remember every scar is not visible
I pray that my children grow up scar free
If not, I hope they learn 
to carry their wounds better than I did
I look in the mirror at years past
I see the rock that holds me to family
Life is good…

©AnitaDawes2022

The Freedom Flag… #TankaTuesday#PoetryChallenge

#TankaTuesday Weekly Poetry Challenge No. 277: #Tastetherainbow-Color Poetry

Image by Gerhard C. from Pixabay
Colleen Chesebro