Saturday, April 29, 2017

Poetry Month... Fail...

I pretty much failed at poetry month. Such high aspirations of sharing favorite poems, and writing more original ones. What have I been doing? Not a whole lot, I have to admit. It's shocking to look at the calendar and realize you have no idea what you've been doing with your life.

Setting some achievable goals is what I need to do. Here are some to consider:

  • Write a certain number of words each week. 
  • Knock off some winter weight I added to my already overly ample figure.
  • Find exercise to strengthen muscles and some for relaxation, like Yoga.
  • Spend more time reading and less on television.
  • Find things that lighten the heart and laugh more!
  • Dust off my piano and see if my fingers can still pick out a tune.
  • Learn something new. 
If I'm honest, just typing the list makes me tired. Haha! I'll let you know how I do with any of it.


Monday, April 10, 2017

Working on Poems...

My commitment to writing, poetry and otherwise, has been neglected terribly in recent months. Here we are in the second week of poetry month, and I have nothing new to offer. I decided to be spontaneous, write whatever popped into my head this morning, and share some rough works in progress. So here goes...

Work in progress #1:

ice cream
tied to childhood
memories keen, bright
sitting with mom
hot summer days
cold dripping down over
fingers and chin
melty goodness
melty hearts

Work in progress #2:

There's nothing like a puppy
warm, snuggly being
liquid, loving eyes
completely devoted

There's nothing like a puppy
but there's a kitten
a purring therapist for
petting your problems away
through soft fur
until a sudden attack
on fingers
shooting you back to
reality, then paw reaches out
lightly tapping, is it love
or just temporary consolation
until the next aberration

Work in progress #3:

I hear the ducks calling to each other
feuding over females, or seeds
I hear the morning doves cooing
comforting sounds, through the reeds
I hear the chickadee, the robin, the sparrow
voices raised in song, so many species
I hear the traffic sounds, cars and trucks
just inches from nature, progress speeds

Updated 10Apr2018:

I hear the ducks sound off loudly
feuding over females or seeds
I hear the mourning doves call
comforting sounds through morning breeze
I hear the chickadee, the robin, the sparrow
voices raised in song, harmonizing with ease
I hear the traffic sounds, cars and trucks
inches from nature, progress speeds

© 10Apr2017 ajjahner

Saturday, April 8, 2017

Life, Movies, Tears...

Life has been crazy lately. My husband is still dealing with the legalities and after effects of the car accident, which was not his fault, but they are still making it difficult to settle the hospital bills. A cousin's husband, who is also a friend, is battling cancer. The diagnosis wasn't good, but they have strong faith and a lot of people praying for him. My health has been giving me issues, but I'm pushing back by resting when I need to and taking care of getting myself to see the doctor, which I tend to avoid.

One of my favorite escapes from life's stresses is to put in a good movie. I've been revisiting some childhood favorites. Today it was the 1963 Disney movie, The Incredible Journey. I bought the paperback in 1968, and loved reading it just as much as I loved the movie. This is the version I had.

The following may be a spoiler, if you've never read the book or seen the movie, so you may want to stop reading now...

Even after seeing the movie, and knowing the story so well, it still gets me right in the heart. It's about the journey of Luath, Bodger, and Tao. I love animals, and when old Bodger comes walking out of the woods, the tears just started flowing. I was thinking of all the animals who had been in, and then out, of my life over the years. They become part of the family. I'm not currently a pet owner, but one of these days I'll be making room for another. Right now, I make do by feeding the birds and keeping an eye on the mama duck, who is nesting in my front garden.

Since this is poetry month, here is a link to a favorite of mine. If you don't like to click on links, it is found on YouTube. It's read by the author, Jimmy Stewart, during an appearance on the Tonight Show with Johnny Carson, and it's called A Dog Named Beau... Have your hanky nearby, unless you're made of stone, which I am not. Crying again, but it's worth every tear. 

Friday, April 7, 2017

Poetry Month...

The month is slipping away, and I have yet to write one new poem. Instead I've been looking through old pieces, some I still love and others not so much. Here's a favorite. It takes me back to childhood and simpler times. Just click on the link below:

Taking Flight

I hope it took you on a happy little journey!
Blessings and happy memories, my friends!