Week Two, Day Two: When Weather Reminds Me That I’m Not 21

Hey and hi πŸ™‚

I’ve noticed this year that I have been feeling a lot of Resistance to writing every day and not just for the poetry challenge. For every thing. Not enough to create stories or even notes via microphone, but almost there. 

I’ve been avoiding working at the high school because I get very little of my check after child support has taken its share. So I’ve been spending my days either doing art or working my fingers off trying to get several layers of paint off an old metal railing. Working fingers into mitts hasn’t paid yet, getting a reduced paycheck is better than nothing. So back I go…as soon as tomorrow perhaps.

I’m afraid of getting so stressed and worried and exhausted that I am getting stressed, etc. So I will jump back in at least a few days a week meaning that the drawings and “poetry” writings will still be on the fly πŸ™‚ Thank you for taking a moment with me. Don’t forget to check out my Instagram for the latest ink drawing.

I often dream of journeys within factories. Figure it is because I breathe painting and ink drawing.

I recognize dreams when they come back after they have been out of play for some time. Recognition gives me strength, even when the Muppets are chasing me. 

There they all are: Gonzo, Kermit and even Fozzie. Not sure what has angered them, but they like hornets. No matter where I hide, not even underwater, can I shake them. 

But then Fozzie tells a joke and he laughs, Woka Woka! One by one the Muppets walk away until it is just me and Gonzo. I ask him, “Will everything be all right?”

He gives me a sloppy nose kiss and says, “See you again soon.”

Featured image courtesy of Andre Mendonca

Day 8 Welcome to Week Two

Hey πŸ™‚

For those doing either/or (both) challenges, congrats on getting through the first week. I have done the October Poetry Challenge before, but it’s still difficult to come up with a “poem” every day. 

I used to do a different poetry form a day, but I seemed to have more time to ponder then. Or I’ve forgotten how hard it is lol. We are working on someone’s railing stripping off the paint and it makes us very dusty and dirty at the end of the day. 

I have drawn a very simple drawing tonight. Just the poem is left. Well, here goes:

Theme: How Could I Know

How could I know how fragile moments are with my cat, waking me up slowly..usually not with a butt in my face

She creeps behind me like a shadow, twirling her tail gently around my leg

How could I know mistakes I made a decade ago could change my right to drive a car, save money, get paid a full wage

She’s ten years old now, legally not her mom or dad’s child anymore

How could I know that living in the same house, caring for my husband’s grandmother could cause anger as well as gratitude and love

We just celebrated our first year of marriage and we are still committed to one another

Day Six: Moved to Breathe

Hello! Happy Day Six. If you are doing #OctPoWriMo or #Inktober I just want to let you know that you are wonderous. Keep Going!!

I have both drawing and poem again for you. You can find drawing and poem on my Facebook album and Instagram account. 

Once, my shadows

blinded suffocated clenched

my heart mind eyes Self

So hard-I nearly died, no lie. My family left me to bury myself. But,

Writing moved my fingers. Arrested my shadows for ten minutes at a time. I could – for the first time –  feel the threadbare beat of my heart

Acrylic painted hands (too bright for shadows)

Breathed for me until I could do it for myself.

 

Day 5: Lesson Learned

The prompt on the OctoPoWriMo site was about lessons learned. After two pages of journal scribbles, it was difficult to create a poem about how I feel about the school system structure. At least how I experience it as a substitute teacher for our local high school..

I wish that all that I have learned

after the final high school bell 

could be gently wrapped up as a gift

so that you could choose for yourself

the life experience knowledge, lessons that would 

make you curious to try

instead of being pushed into life

without a net