• poetry

    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.…

  • Poetry

    The Struggle Is Real

    The Poet’s Struggle By Jesi Scott   Long have the words lived in my brain To describe, emote, explain The very moments, feelings, reasons For what I see and think and experience.   And, sadly, they can never quite Reach the fullness of these scraps of life That creep past or fly by… These flashes of colors by which we Remember, ignore, embrace The events that create a future “us”, Or, maybe, a fuller individual… A much muchier “we”.   Still, the words live and buzz around inside And sometimes find a way out To live in ink, all the while hoping They will be heard, understood, Passed along, To…

  • Blog,  poetry,  Well-Tempered Bards,  Writing

    So Far So Good

      So, here we are, four days into the new year, and there’s already been some changes as you can obviously see. The new look is working for me for now, but we’ll see how it goes. With my restless ways you never know what you’re going to find when you drop by. Next. I don’t remember if I shared the news or not but my peace poem was published along with the other Poets For Peace members in Praxis Magazine Online. Every year they are going to publish the anthology for the group. The download is free and you can get it here (clickable link). There were so many wonderful…

  • Poetry

    What Is Written Beneath the Skin

    The Bone Writers By Jesi Scott   All you see is what you think I am, No more than that. And you think I don’t understand So you talk of things in front of me   Never knowing I hear what you say And understand what you don’t, The invisible mask you think you wear Reflected only too clearly   To those who see you as you really are. We live through each other, A ripple effect with pebbles Thrown from ghosts in the shadows,   Lives entwined into a miasma, Tangled ribbons, Where I begin and you end, My face on your mask,   Both of us on display…

  • Writing

    A Few Thoughts About Scheduling Your Creativity

    I have a question for you: Does having a routine kill your creativity? Bristish novelist Scarlett Thomas thinks it does, or at least she says so in one of her books, Popco. I saw the quote while looking up creativity quotes and it made me stop and think. Three posts ago, I wrote a poem using random words from people on my Facebook friends list. At the time I remember looking at the words and immediately feeling confined. How was I going to write a poem using the words they’d given me? What form was I supposed to use? How could I make all of these different words relate and…

  • Blog

    Goings-On and Happenings

    This last week has seen quite a lot going on around Chez Lunatic…well, maybe not a lot, but there have definitely been goings-on and stuff. So, some newsy updates and stuff. Thanks to Lizzie, I entered into a poetry contest. A few weeks ago she sent me a link to The Poetry Nook. They offer a weekly poetry contest with prizes and she’s won an honorable mention twice. This is my second week participating. I won’t find out until next Wednesday (the 20th) whether I’ve placed somewhere in their lists but still, it’s a step in a direction for me that I haven’t taken yet. Now, even though I didn’t…

  • Poetry

    Cyclic Interpretations

    Felt in the mood to write today so I headed over to Poets On the Page to see what the prompt was for this week. Turns out they want us to write about cycles. Well, the one cycle I think I’m most attuned to is one that rules my life, the moon. Every month since I was 12 it has determined how my body runs in relation to it’s own cycles, along with the tides. But I began to see it from a different perspective. I realized that much like a woman aging, the moon shows her age in her face as well. And from there, the poem wrote itself. I…

  • Poetry,  Writing

    New Poem

    I have been watching/reading way too much Wizard of Oz and fairy tales.   Advice From the Wicked By Jesi Scott   Wicked I am and Wicked I be, Or so says all Of the publicity.   But evil is As evil does… And you shouldn’t judge Because   You never know What’s behind the door. You don’t know What’s gone before.   Truth is never As plain as it seems, And people change, Or so time deems.   So keep in mind that Evil and good Might not appear As they should.   Sometimes the right thing Can be wrong, And sometimes the wicked Have been right all along.…

  • Well-Tempered Bards

    I’m A Well-Tempered Bard

      For my birthday, Lizzi gave me the best birthday present…she made me a bard over at her poetry blog! So, today I posted my first poem there. You should go check it out. 😉 In other news, there is no other news. I had what felt like a very long weekend. I began and finished reading a good book (Dorothy Must Die by Danielle Paige), continued working on knitting a shawl (not as old-fashioned as you may think), went to a Drum and Bugle Corps performance, and drank copious amounts of tea because allergies. Oh, and I also had an idea for a story about a carnival and an…

  • 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.…