Shapes & Heart

moon-img_1498

mid october day
shapes of gray patches fill sky
a touch of the blues

memories looming like clouds
this dear heart of mine – aching

Pat R

10/26/16

For Silver Threading Tanka Tuesday Challenge

&

OctPoWriMo

 

Passion & Cheer

IMG_9676 red roses

with red rose petals
springled from floor to bedding
makings of a tryst
promise of passion fills room
Sinatra croons ‘angels cheer’

Pat R

10/19/16

For
Tanka Tuesday with Colleen over at Silver Threading

Hope & Wait

Tanka Tuesday over at Silver Threading
where the prompt is Hope & Wait

in this harsh winter
hope for spring turns to ‘longing’
– the first crocus blooms
renewals new beginnings
wait is over spring is here

Pat R

10/11/16

For

Silver Threading by Colleen

and

OctPoWriMo

Magic & Glitter

magic and glitter
of autumn in full glory
smell of burning leaves

filling the crispy cool air
soon bare branches will wear snow

Pat R

10/04/16

Tanka Tuesday over at Silver Threading

Silver’s Weekly #Tanka #Poetry Prompt Challenge #2 Magic & Glitter

Harvest & Moon

a huge harvest moon
low in crisp clear autumn sky..
the smell of apples

brown sugar and cinnamon
a family gathering

Pat R

9/27/16

Poets.org gives the definition and the rules for the writing of a Tanka. Please note the following from the site:

“In many ways, the tanka resembles the sonnet, certainly in terms of treatment of the subject. Like the sonnet, the tanka employs a turn, known as a pivotal image, which marks the transition from the examination of an image to the examination of the personal response. This turn is located within the third line, connecting thekami-no-ku, or upper poem, with the shimo-no-ku, or lower poem.”

For Silver Threading on Tanka Tuesday

 

Silver Threading : Farewell

“I rewrote the ending to “Farewell to Arms”, the last page of it, thirty-nine times before I was satisfied”

– Ernest Hemingway

This quote inspired this haiku:

tormented

search for perfection

long farewell

Pat R

9/21/16

For Silver Threading : Farewell
&
Ronovan Writes

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Writer’s Quote Wednesday

“The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.”

– Ernest Hemingway

I love this quote. I found out something new about Hemingway today. He was a poet! Yep, before notoriety, fame and fortune, he wrote poetry and lots of it!

I never got really deep into Hemingway, though it was always my intention. My general takeaway though, is that he just larger than life. I read an interview of him once, and I felt sorry for the interviewer. If he didn’t like the question. He would just take it, turn it around and answer that instead. It was hilarious and must have been something to watch.

The following link is to some of his poetry on allpoetry.com

http://allpoetry.com/Ernest-Hemingway

And here is one of his poems, don’t know what hr was talking about, but there was cussing! And he was clearly mad:)

The Age Demanded

The age demanded that we sing
And cut away our tongue.

The age demanded that we flow
And hammered in the bung.

The age demanded that we dance
And jammed us into iron pants.

And in the end the age was handed
The sort of **** that it demanded.

by Hemingway

http://allpoetry.com/Ernest-Hemingway

I found the following on wikipedia, a collection of his poems:

Complete Poems
Author Ernest Hemingway
Complete Poems, originally edited and published in 1979 by Nicholas Gerogiannisand revised by him in 1992, is a compilation of all the poetry of Ernest Hemingway.

Hemingway stopped publishing poetry as his fame grew, but continued to write it up until his death. (Wiki)

Who knew!

 

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#WQWWC

 

 

Writers Quote Wednesday

I am participating in Writer’s Quote Wednesday over at SilverThreading.com with Colleen. This is in conjuction with RonovanWrites.com. All are invited, pop on over for a read of the entries or to join in:)

Here are my entries for this week.

“I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within”.
Gustave Flaubert

 

“It is the writer who might catch the imagination of young people, and plant a seed that will flower and come to fruition”.
Isaac Asimov

 

“The work never matches the dream of perfection the artist has to start with”.
William Faulkner

 

“A wounded deer leaps the highest”.
Emily Dickinson

 

“Begin with an individual, and before you know it you have created a type; begin with a type, and you find you have created – nothing”.
F. Scott Fitzgerald

 

Hope you enjoy, thanks for stopping by:)

 

Pat R

3/02/16

#WQW (Writer’s Quote Wednesday) & #BeWow (Be Writing on Wednesday) – Poet, Mary Webb

 

 

 

Writer’s Quote Wednesday

“When it’s in a book I don’t think it’ll hurt any more …exist any more. One of the things writing does is wipe things out. Replace them”.

Marguerite Duras

“Marguerite Donnadieu, known as Marguerite Duras (French: [maʁ.ɡə.ʁit dy.ʁas]; 4 April 1914 – 3 March 1996), was a French novelist, playwright, scriptwriter, essayist and experimental filmmaker. She is best known for writing the 1959 film Hiroshima mon amour, which earned her a nomination for Best Original Screenplay at the Academy Awards.” (wiki)

 

This one doesn’t have to do with writing but a keen observation nonetheless. And it made me laugh :). That was probably a weird reaction, but that’s what happened 🙂

“Live your life
so that the pastor
won’t have to lie at
your funeral!!”

– Anonymous

(Anonymous in that I don’t know who wrote this, I saw this sign posted on a garage door today during my travels)

Pat R

1/13/16

 

Writer’s Quote Wednesday

Writer’s Quote Wednesday

Most of the basic material a writer works with is acquired before the age of fifteen.
Willa Sibert Cather
(1873 -1947) was an American author who achieved recognition for her novels of frontier life on the Great Plains, including O Pioneers! (1913), The Song of the Lark (1915), and My Ántonia (1918).

I am participating in Writer’s Quote Wednesday over at Silver Threading.com. the above is my quote for this week.

This one had me thinking. I have written many essays which made for decent reading, I hope. Whenever I would read them aloud to family members there would be such laughter. I felt like a stand up comic. In the writing of it though, that was not my intention. I got the feeling that the absurdity of the situations mixed with innate sadness unfelt then, but evident now was at play.

Makes for colorful writing right?

So thinking back, this time line fits. These events all took place before the age of fifteen. Willa Cather had a point. I do remember that around the teen years everthing was a matter of life and breath.

Before that, life was in technicolor, so graphic, everything and everyone was huge and larger than life. Until I grew up and went back home, where of course, everything had shrunk.

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