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Thursday’s Are For Writing…and Colds

I am not feeling well. I woke up around 2 a.m. feeling like I’d been in a wreck. My body ached, and I could not get warm despite the sheet, down-alternative comforter, AND fleece blanket I was sleeping under. My throat feels weird, like I have Pop Rock candy stuck in it. I am not happy about that. But, incredibly, I am happy. Not sure how that works.

Anyway, thanks to the cold, I’m resting and writing today. The Tornado isn’t being too forceful. He’s entertaining himself throwing some little plastic ‘balloons’ around. Those and ping pong balls. I have a feeling I am going to be buying more ping pong balls soon, as these will probably disappear, like socks in the washing machine.

So, I basically have started yet another story, except it’s smut. I don’t write smut, but I am. Why? Because I”m sick. I think. No, I am sick. My defenses are down, I had a dream, and now I’m writing smut. But, it’s for a friend. So, she gets her smut. However, I also wrote a poem. It’s a happy poem inspired yet again by gorgeous music. And THAT is what I’m sharing today. You don’t get the smut because, well, it’s smut. And, since I already stated I had a dream, I obviously, think smutty thoughts when I’m sick. Also, I think happy thoughts that turn into poems. And no, I am not on medication. This is a few hours of sleep, and a stuffy head and aching throat. Good luck. I told you I’m trouble. Funny, but still trouble.

Hope your Thursday isn’t as weird as mine.

xo Jesi


The Sunbeams…They Scatter

By Jessica Scott

 The sunbeams…they scatter,

When I wave my hand along them,

Sounding like harp strings

As I run my fingers along their invisible strands.

The dust motes crash and bump into each other

And I like to watch them play bumper cars

Through the sunlight.


The sunbeams…they scatter,

And I try to catch them, and hold them together,

Like balloon strings trying to blow away in the wind,

Or ribbons that never stay tied

On a little girl’s braids,

Waving and dancing in the breeze,

Happily cavorting in their rebellion.


The sunbeams…they scatter,

And I watch as they play hide-and-seek with the clouds,

The puffy balls of cotton concealing their playmates,

And disguising themselves so to keep the beams from being revealed

And caught by those who, like me,

Can see through their invisibility,

And tries to catch them with words.


The sunbeams…they scatter:

Catch them if you can.



Copyright © 2014 by Jessica Scott
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Jesi Kay, poet and aspiring novelist, was born in the Texas panhandle where wide skies, lazy summer days, and rolling thunderstorms sparked her imagination and left lasting memories in her blood. An early reader, poetry and mythology were her passions. So much so that when she was ten years old her step-father gave her his college mythology textbooks to read, which were full of classic poetry and more than enough tales to fill her romantic and inquisitive nature. Jesi loves reading, art, going to the theater, the romanticism of the Victorian era (but not the missing conveniences of indoor plumbing and central air conditioning), running when the heat and humidity cooperate, and cold weather so she can wear her favorite boots and knitwear. Also, she still has those college mythology textbooks, a little worse for wear over time but still intact and telling their stories to her. Jesi is a contributor at The Well Tempered Bards blog and at www.octpowrimo.com.

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