Showing posts with label Writing: Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Writing: Poetry. Show all posts

Sunday, October 03, 2010

Trip to Library and Writing Goal #1: POEM Haiku for Leighton

Took a trip to the library yesterday, and as usual, left with a hefty stack of books.  Not sure how long it will take me to read these bad boys, as I'm not putting a time limit on myself, but I will have plenty to read for the upcoming Oct. 9th Read-A-Thon  (More on this in another post.  And I hope some of you will join me!) 

The list:
Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer retold by Peter Ackroyd
Alice I Have Been by Melanie Benjamin
All In One Place by Carolyne Aarsen
Dismantled by Jennifer McMahon


I read the Canterbury Tales in college but found them extremely difficult to get through without the helpful translation of my professor.  I loved the stories though, (and wrote one myself as an assignment - I'll have to post that to share soon) so here's a retelling that I can read and hopefully enjoy in modern day English!  I can't wait to revisit the tales of the The Knight, The Wife of Bath, The Cook, The Friar, etc.  They were actually hilarious tales that were "a mirror for medieval society."

Also in college literature classes I became fascinated with Charles Dodgson, better known to most as Lewis Carroll, the infamous author of Alice in Wonderland.  So when I heard about Alice I Have Been, a historical fiction novel based on the original Alice who inspired Mr. Dodgson to spin his legendary tale, I knew I had to get my hands on it fast!

The Immortal Fire is the third book in a series that I started reading when my daughter brought home the first book, The Shadow Thieves.  She never got around to reading it so I, being the book raptor that I am, snatched it up and read it in a couple days.  What fun it turned out to be!  I love children's novels that spark the imagination and tell a story with such rich description and believable characters.  So I read The Siren Song next and the mythological fun pulled me towards the 3rd installment in the series.  Can't wait to get back into the adventures of cousins Zee and Charlotte!  

Rebecca Wells had me with The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood.  So much so, that I read both follow-ups: Ya Yas in Bloom and Little Altars Everywhere pronto upon completion.  My love for all three of these fantastic novels makes reading The Crowning Glory of Calla Lily Ponder a no-brainer, regardless of an entirely new set of characters.  Rebecca Wells paints worlds where you want to be, and I can't wait to enter another of her worlds again soon!

All in One Place and Dismantled are both random picks.  I like to surprise myself by pulling something off the shelf I've never heard of before.  Let's hope they deliver! 
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So because of my lack of blog posts, I'm really behind.  Behind on book reviews, (keeping up to date on Goodreads), reading challenges, goal updates, etc.  So for the next few days and weeks I am going to work my tush off trying to get caught up.  I have a lot of reviews to write and I finished so many of these books months ago!  I hope I can remember enough to write worthwhile reviews!  I will do my best, and that is all I can promise.

On to my writing of the day!  It's a short one, but written with love for my granddaughter, Leighton, who visited me this weekend.  I wrote it as we went on an afternoon walk.

Haiku for Leighton
Leighton loves her walks
The shady trees smile and wave
Cheers!  Leighton is here!




Saturday, October 02, 2010

Writing Goal #1: POEM Never and Always

I have never made a specific writing goal before, and producing a piece of writing everyday is hard work!  I think it's so worth it though! 

Good or bad, here's my piece for today:

Never and Always

You always
say I can't!
You never
let me do
what I want!
You always
tell me no!
You never
seem to understand!
You always
embarrass me
in front of 
my friends!
You never 
believe I am
where I say I'll be!

I know.  
I never, 
and I always.
I never 
want you hurt or lost;
I always 
want you safe.
I never 
want misunderstandings
about the amount
of love
my heart
holds for you.
I always 
need to know 
where you are
when you're not home.
I never 
want you to forget
how precious
you are to me.
I always 
cherish you 
in my heart
and I will still 
when you are old.

But you never!
And you always!

Yes, I never.
And yes, I always.

I will never 
leave your side
as long as you shall live,
and I will always 
see to it that you
are truthful, honest, kind.
I never 
want you sad, mistaken, doubtful.
I always 
want you to do your best.
I never 
want you giving up
on life's
oh so many tests.
I always 
hope it is my arms
that comfort you
when you need.
I never 
want you to feel
you cannot come to me.
I always 
want what's best for you
and sometimes
I may seem mean,
but I never 
want to see you cry
if poor decisions 
you have made.
I always 
want you to know
you never
have to worry
for I will always,
yes, I will always
be your protector, mother, friend.

© Patricia Beline Barton
October 2, 2010

Friday, October 01, 2010

I want to apologize for my absence.
I apologize!

I am not going to list my excuses for why I haven't blogged since April, because that's all they would be...excuses. There are many reasons for neglecting my blog, but they are boring and I don't want to bore anyone.  I will say, I've neglected something that has been calling whispering my name everyday to get back to.  I have a lot of catching up to do and I intend to get started.

For starters, goals.

Writing goal #1: To produce something every day, good or bad.

Here's today's:
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On a Night Train


On a night train
making my way to a house
I never knew existed,
I struggle to find a seat.
Left standing,
the ride is bumpy,
jolted,
long.

At my destination
I realize my purse is gone.
I meander back
to where the train and I parted
but like my purse,
the train has disappeared.

I walk up narrow streets
passing cars,
trees
and creeks.
I follow curves of freeway,
beat up signs,
directional arrows,
all taking me where I don't want to go.
Foreign streets with dotted residence
hold no purse of mine.

Out of breath,
tired,
pissed,
purseless.

A million birds chirping
in the chilled air
seem to know more than I do.
They laugh at my misfortune.

I sit sprawled along a curb
confused,
disoriented,
sure that I will
wake up at any moment.

For only in dreams
can one lose a purse
on a night train,
making one's way
to a house
they never knew existed.

©Patricia Beline Barton
October 1, 2010