Five Minute Friday: Again

Life is flying by! I can't believe it's Friday already! and that January 2013 is almost over!! In the busyness of life this semester (I'm taking 2 classes with lots of writing and reading), in addition to keeping clean clothes in my kids' drawers, making sure everyone gets fed and keeping the dirt to a minimum, my blogging is on the back burner.

I totally missed Five Minute Friday last week... It's not that I didn't write! I did take 5 minutes to write, but I never had a chance to type it into the computer and post it... seriously, my weekend was that busy!! :)  But I'm making every effort to join Five Minute Friday this weekend.  You know the deal...

from Lisa-Jo's blog,

We write for five minutes flat. All on the same prompt that I post here at 1 minute past midnight EST every Friday. And we connect on Twitter with the hashtag #FiveMinuteFriday
No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation.
Unscripted. Unedited. Real.
It started because I’d been thinking about writing and how often our perfectionism gets in the way of our words. And I figured, why not take 5 minutes and see what comes out: not a perfect post, not a profound post, just five minutes of focused writing.

Five Minute Friday Prompt:  Again

It’s here again…

The indescribable feelings of brown and black and gray

The weight of a heavy white

The crushing of dark, dark brown

The cloudiness of gray

The emptiness of black

I long for the rainbow of joy

The bursting of sunshine yellow

The calmness of silky green

The light of a brilliant sky blue

Then the crush and a burst of anger

Shouting in words of red

Explosions of fiery orange

And a frustration of “not again?”

And then I remember

The brown of the Cross

The red of the Blood

And I’m washed white as snow again.

STOP

I combined my Creative Writing homework of imagery poetry with the prompt today...  I edited the version that I submitted for class, just a few additions, polishing, but not much. This is the original, because I'm trying to keep things real here with just Five Minutes.

Writing Wednesdays: Poetry

My blog has been quiet this week... No time to edit my thoughts, write things pretty, find pictures to go along with it, and share it all with you!  I'm discouraged just a little bit.




Just for a miscellaneous update... I'm still working my way through Frankenstein for my Brit Lit class (and actually liking it) Did you know that "Frankenstein" is not the monster?  ... He was the creator of the monster! and did you know the author of this book was NINETEEN when she wrote it!?!?!

I had a way too short coffee date with Donna... one of my Allume friends. She's such an encouragement. I really appreciate all the people I got to meet at Allume last year... and I really want to go again this year and am now accepting donations to my Allume fund! :)

MY BABY turned five this weekend and I was very busy celebrating her, celebrating with her and hosting a Dora birthday party for her! She is PRICELESS!!!





But the main reason for this post is:
I said I wanted to share some writings with you from my Creative Writing class and this week is Poetry! I had lots of fun with this one, so I'm sharing it with you! I hope you like it.

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Foggy Personality

Little wisps moving here and there,
They weave themselves through branches bare.
Light and airy, floating ‘round
It dances to and from the ground.
     Delicate fog 

Quickly moving across the field,
Not even the tree line makes it yield.
Lighter first, then filling in,
The neighbor’s house is falling dim.
     Rolling fog 

Settled in the valley low
Patches of clouds row upon row,
Mixed with fields, and trees of green,
Makes an artist’s painting scene.
     Beautiful fog

Looking through the window frame,
My backyard always looks the same.
The air turns heavy, wet, and cold.
The scenery changes, dark and bold.
     Heavy fog 

Tree branches scraping in the wind,
Sight obscured, my heart skips within.
I take two steps, maybe three at most,
Though nothing’s moving, I feel ghosts.
     Ominous fog

Driving up the mountain steep,
The air so thick, I cannot see.
My fists are clenched tight to the wheel,
I’m gonna die for sure, I feel.
     Strangling fog 

The windowpanes are fully white.
Inside the fire is burning bright.
All tucked in tight, no place to go,
A heavy blanket on my home.
     Comforting fog

There are a few lines that I don't like, so it still needs some work... suggestions welcome!

Have you ever written poetry?