Reluctance

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Our precious words we lock away
Save them for a rainy day

Imprisoned in our minds they stay
Never to see the light of day

Anxiously they pine away
Falling into disarray

Ideas once bright dimly glow
If only we could let them go

Across blank paper freely flow
Till new dawn the rooster crows

Weaving tales of wondrous lore
Shaking readers to the core

Alas, not yet, it’s far too soon
Maybe come next blue moon

 

Inspired by Daily Prompt – Paper

Daily Prompt – Percolate

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If only the creative process
Would yield to intimidation.

The scenario would go something like this:

Alright you little buggers,
I know you’re in there
All jumbled up together
In a nonsensical mass

Percolating away
Lackadaisically
Back in the darkest
Recesses of my mind.

I demand you hold
Your serifs up high
And step forward
In a coherent sentence
This instant

Or else I’ll tear you apart
Letter by letter
Punctuating your demise
With glee.

And they say writers are unstable.

Balderdash!

Discover Challenge: Here and Now

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HERE AND NOW:

I am fortunate

To have free time
To put pen to paper

I am thankful

My mind is still intact
As I inch closer to my
Seventh decade of life

I am happy

To have an outlet for
My creative endeavors

I am humbled

To share my thoughts
And images
With others

I am hopeful

New ideas
Will keep coming

I am excited

To see the arrival of
The first hummingbird
This fall

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Four Simple Lines

 

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She was a formidable figure…a force with which to be reckoned.
Our paths crossed in 1966 at Westside High School in Omaha, Nebraska.

Judith Hoyt taught English Composition, a prerequisite for graduation.
It was the luck of the scheduler’s draw that landed me in her class.
Mention of my fate drew knowing looks of pity from classmates.
“Good luck” they muttered under their collective breath, with a sly smile.

A consummate taskmaster, Mrs. Hoyt tolerated no horseplay within her hallowed walls.  Straighten up and fly right was her credo.

She expected and most often extracted the very best from her students.
While quick to jump on sloppy work, Mrs. Hoyt was equally free with praise.
Those who went the distance in meeting her exacting standards gained
a level of literacy as writers which would serve them well in life.

While her subject expertise and commanding presence in the classroom were her visible trademarks, Mrs. Hoyt’s secret weapon was her uncanny ability to
surmise the unique essence of each student and to capitalize upon her insight.

It was years after the fact when I finally fully grasped her brilliance.
Thumbing through my Warrior yearbook, I came upon her inscription:

“If you know it…
And you do,
You can say it…
And you will.”

Four lines containing a mere fourteen words nailed me to a “T”.
Judith Hoyt understood long before I the symbiotic interplay of expertise
and confidence which defines me to this day.

Daily Prompt: Expert

Anatomy Of A Writer

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Writers are always trolling for new ideas,
Shining the light of their imagination
Into every nook and cranny.

Bent upon unearthing a tasty tidbit
To stoke the flames of their creative fire

Constantly gathering in, analyzing,
Synthesizing and spitting out glorious words

On a life-long, ever-evolving quest
To develop and communicate
Their own unique, salient point of view

Aspiring to win acclaim one fine day
And earn the coveted respect of their Contemporaries

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