• Poetry

    When Celtic Inspiration Strikes

    This is what happens when I listen to Celtic music. xo Jesi *Also posted at The Well Tempered Bards Beyond the Fog By Jesi Scott   Find your way o’er enchanted seas Loose the sail and catch the breeze Bring your heart and bend the knee Come and stay with me   Seize the day and make your start Don’t be blinded by the dark Stay the course, the fog will part Come and claim my heart   In the earth, we’ll delight We, the heavens will excite Love is always our birthright Dance with me tonight   Loose the sail and catch the breeze Bring your heart and be…

  • Poetry,  Well-Tempered Bards,  Writing

    And Another…

    Divina Poetica By Jesi Scott   Spill your words onto my lips, Those soft, silky, satin drips That caress my soul Like your fingertips, As across my skin Your voice slips And tangles in strips Where light and fire eclipse The body divine in apocalypse   00

  • Poetry

    I Found My Words

      Lizzi needs to read something beautiful, which is ironic because for the last week I have been trying to find the words to write something just for her. It turns out, she had the words I’d lost and kept them safe. While this may not be beautiful, I hope I turned some of the pain I’ve read about the last few weeks into something a little less traumatic. Each stanza is a person, imperfect and exquisite. xo Jesi   Write Me Something Beautiful By Jessica Scott     “Write me something beautiful,” she said. So I looked for inspiration And found…   The soft flames of coral light endeavoring…

  • celebrities,  Poetry

    #RIP to the Gods

    In memoriam Heaven is filling up quickly. xo Jesi The Cry of Atlantis By Jesi Scott   We’ve been left standing, bereft, surrounded by galaxies, distant on the horizon. Once again, the gods are leaving us, and there’s nothing to do but wait for their return. Somehow, it always comes to this: life brings us joy, shows us the way to truth, gives us real beauty, and we fail to see, to know, to experience; we distort and destroy. We beg for help and gods to show us the path, and they come, they teach their wisdom -we marvel at their language in music, art, words, kindness, love- We see…

  • NaPoWriMo,  Poetry

    I Know, I Know…

    I’m really behind. I’m so sorry. We’ve almost completed the move and hope to have the last things out next week. We’ve had very minor snags and everything seems to be going somewhat smoothly, but I will be giddy when this is all over. Packing and unpacking. Trying to make things fit. Sorting away those items that don’t have a new home in the new home…it’s exhausting. On top of it, there’s writing to be done and new schedules for the kids. Somehow, I’m managing to get things settled into a system. And at least the kitchen is unpacked and clean. You have no idea how happy that makes me.…

  • Poetry,  Writing

    Conversation To Inspiration

    A few days ago I was talking with my second oldest son in the car and somehow the subject of empty promises came up. We were discussing how my generation was raised with parents from a completely different era and how their thought processes worked and how that affected us. One of those “things” we just came to expect was the empty promise. You know, when you promise something but don’t keep the promise? It wasn’t an uncommon thing for a parent to promise they’d do something which didn’t ever happen. And of course, we weren’t allowed to remind them because, you know, kids aren’t supposed to make their parents…

  • Blog,  Poetry,  Writing

    Talkin’ ‘Bout Things

      Thing the First: Son 3 finished his homework in record time yesterday: 3 pages in 30 minutes (four if you count math front and back but he only has to do even or odd numbers depending on the day-still…it’s multiplying fractions, ’nuff said). We struggle every day getting him to do ANY kind of writing. He hates it, and I don’t mean like he hates ketchup. I mean like Dark Side of The Force hates writing. Since Kindergarten. The last one and a half weeks he’s been getting his homework done without too much urging on my part. (We hates math. Simply hates it.) It’s awesome. How and why?…

  • Poetry,  Writing

    Rediscovered

    Funny. Over at Poets On The Page, yesterday’s poetry prompt was to rediscover an abandoned poem and “finish” it. Last year I actually did just that and when I found the poem and it’s revamped self, I sat back and smiled a little. The revamped poem is about rediscovery. So, here you go. First the original (written February 2002): Dreaming By Jesi Scott   I dreamed I walked with you Along the beach in the dark. Moonlight shown down And shaded your hair with a silver glow. The waves splashed upon our feet, Playing tag with the sand, And the smell of salt was in the air.   The sound…

  • Poetry,  Writing

    Remember Polaroids?

    So I woke up this morning after having had a rather sad dream about my mom and Christmas, and this was what kept playing through my head once I was alert enough to become cognizant of the words. Jesi P.S. Make sure to check out my post over at Twisted Writers today. I wrote the beginning of a new story!   Snapshot By Jesi Scott   How I miss the sweetness of those days, The summer waves, And the promises of what could have been When we Were filled with possibility. If only we’d known then.   But came the autumn chill. There was a way, but we had no…

  • NaNoWriMo

    The Words Were In My Favor But…

    It’s Day 4 so how about a very quick NaNo update? I got started a day late and as of yesterday morning I was still a day behind. But lots of words can happen in a day, and they did. Not only did I get caught up, I went over by a third of what I need to write today! I know, right?!?! And hopefully things will continue to go well this week so I don’t get behind again. *knock on wood* Once I get my words written for today I plan on going back and reworking a few of my character sketches. Yesterday was a great day not only…