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    Dear Love

    by Jesi Scott   Dear Love,   How do I begin to say all that my words cannot convey? How I wish you’d simply stayed away.   I was fine all on my own when you made yourself known, understanding I didn’t want to be alone.   And there I was, caught in your gravity, lost without reason, no clarity, baptised in your rhapsody.   Now, here I stand watching you walk away, the words catching in my throat, held at bay, as memories replay.   My fragile strength is now gone. I am broken, no reason to move on. And this conclusion was foregone- the moment you said hello.…

  • OctPoWriMo,  OctPoWriMo 2015,  Poetry

    When A Joke Becomes A Serious Thing

    I’m not even going to try and explain today’s poetry prompt. Click the link and go read about it. All I can say is Billy Collins has a wicked sense of humor, and yes, I did the prompt. Well, except for the subject but I’m not sure there is a subject. Instead, we had to write in a poetic form, a Paradelle. Just click the link…it’ll explain it. Needless, to say I found it challenging and fun. And I hope I got all the words. Jesi Stolen By Jesi Scott   There is a place quiet and calm There is a place quiet and calm Where slumber brings peaceful dreams…

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    Straight From My Heart Love Will Never End

    Two years ago this very day I was in Amarillo spending the last birthday he would ever have with my dad. Well, actually, yesterday was that day. My kids and I drove up from Dallas to surprise him. Three kids in a Jeep Compass on a six to seven hour drive. And the smile on his face when I walked in the door…I will never forget my dad’s smile. I didn’t write this yesterday because I couldn’t. Some days the Missing Him is fine while other days the rend in my heart is opened fresh. Yesterday I felt ok, until I didn’t. So I distracted myself as best I could…

  • OctPoWriMo,  Poetry

    Definitely NOT the Ballroom Blitz

    Hey everyone. How are you? I’m doing ok today. Still feeling a bit down but I think I’ve finally reconciled my feelings and we’ll see where it takes me. Let’s get into today’s poetry challenge, shall we? We’re writing about being late, and the anxiety and stress that creates. The suggested poetic form is the Blitz Poem, and while I am not overly fond of it, it has an interesting effect that does intrigue me. I prefer reading it to writing it and I think you’ll understand why in a moment. You see, it’s a lot like word association. It’s one thing to say it out loud, and another to put…

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    Raindrops On My Windowpane the Saturday He Died

    My Sunday is not going so well, though I’m not sure just when or where it began to metamorphose into what it is. Somehow the day turned into “a day”. Maybe I just didn’t get enough sleep, or maybe I’m just feeling caged in a bit. So, when I was finally able to sit down and tackle today’s poetry challenge, my heart really just wasn’t in it. The prompt is Raindrops on My Windowpane. We are supposed to free write for ten minutes on the subject of rain and use three of the following words: melancholy        grass           damp     cloudy drizzle…