Monday, Monday again. Whew what a week. I’ve not been watching TV or reading but writing. When the words come get them out. UNFORTUNATELY I hate rereading what I thought was the final of a part of a story. Why? I keep changing stuff. As of today everything
stays as is.
Yesterday I pulled out one of my poetry books as yesterday was World Poetry Day. I just opened to a random page; the poem “YOU” popped up. This was one of my first works. Unfortunately I gave a copy to someone and my original eventually damaged or lost. This was the only one lost or damaged. No way could I try to locate the person who got my original. Well when I went to published it I had to try to remember what I wrote. The idea and focus the same. I used this as my piece in writing number two. Reading yesterday brought back memories of days long past.
The first piece reminded me of a guy who just loves the attention he’s getting from women. I finally realized after I observed this guy he seems to be an attention seeker. OMG (oh my gosh) when it hit me. As a writer I’m an observer of people and listener. I also listened on his conversation with a woman who is the exact same. She craves attention from people. I don’t think it ever come to me until I began writing outside my home. As I sat with my writing book opened making notes did I listen to them. I’m not sure who upped who that day, I think she’s ahead. I used the guy as focus in the piece that he cares NOT a thing about a female who admires him until she focuses on another.
I always heard say write what you know and what you see. I’ve been seeing much these days.
I enjoyed Terry’s word yesterday of WISTFUL. I used the idea about a woman going through a memory box hidden in a closet. This sort of based on a novel where a woman kept love letters for over fifty years from a man (her lover) not her husband.
Personally I could never keep stuff around for more than a few days. Read a card or letter, back in the letter writing day. I’d have them trashed within a week. Keeping correspondence for over fifty some years not me.
I felt RED in color yesterday. I threw on a red shirt even though it wasn’t Friday. My wacky holiday piece mentioned the color a bit.
I did work on FAIRMOUNT to STARKELY yesterday. In the future I’m referring to the title as FtS to shorten it up.
It’s 5:00am and I’m up. Got a few extra hour sleep.
Until tomorrow....have a great Monday and as always Stay Safe.
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THE ATTENTION SEEKER
He did not really care about her
he tried to show the world
To him she was just another female
one of his many admirers
But got upset when someone else got
recognition from her
Jealously very ugly when attention
given to another
Felt he only worthy of her attentiveness
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NAPKIN POETRY
Reading the poem brought back
memories
She wrote it for him....unfortunately
he had the original copy
written an a napkin
It had to be re-written when published
The words might be different
But....the poem conveyed the same
message
He was everything in her life
air she breathed
water that quenched her thirst
sustenance to nourish her hunger
“YOU” the only poem that got
out of get grasp before it could be
tweaked
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THE HIDDEN BOX
In a memory box she kept all his
cards and letters
Hidden in the back of the closet
inside an old red suitcase
On occasion when feeling melancholy
would taken them out to read
Wistfully she’d sigh at the poetic words
he written
Thinking wistful of the man from her
past
wondering if he ever thinks of her
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WACKY HOLIDAYS MARCH 21st
(National Fragrance Day; National French Bread Day; World Poetry Day and Gallo Wine Day)
Nothing special I have on my agenda
today
Feeling like dressing up for no
apparent reason
My red dress and red sandals, I’ll wear
then spritz on Red Door perfume
Open a bottle of Gallo Red Moscato
wine
with a plan to enjoy red grapes, French bread, olives and cheddar
cheese
I’ll open my red journal to compose a
poem or two
I feel red today
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