Fragment Friday

Five mid-Friday fragmented thoughts...

1.    I’ve never been fond of bodies of water, and water in the basement just reinforces that.

2.    Good poems make you want to write poetry, great poems force you to do so.

3.    I think the Kindle helps me read more fiction than I ordinarily would.

4.    If my lawn grows any more before I can cut it, I’ll need a baler rather than a mower.

5.    At last count I had 11 designer stress balls. They were all given to me – elaborate plot or covert suggestion?


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Clay at Twenty-One

Happy Birthday, Eldest Child.

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Fragment Friday

1. My key chain has keys on it that I don’t know what they go to. Yet I’m afraid to trash them.

2. One coworker brought in homemade brownies today. Another brought in homemade pickles. My stomach wishes they had brought these things in on separate days…

3. Is there any grin as big as that of a four year old on a trampoline?

4. Eat lunch with a friend. It always tastes better.

5. I’d like to know how my totem animal chose me, but the gods aren’t saying.

So what’s going through YOUR mind?

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Tumultuous Thursday

After writing a fragmented friday last week, what to do with the other days of the week came to mind. I'm not sure if the T word I chose is the proper one.

From the Free Dictionary:

tumultuous adj
1. uproarious, riotous, or turbulent a tumultuous welcome
2. greatly agitated, confused, or disturbed a tumultuous dream
3. making a loud or unruly disturbance tumultuous insurgents
tumultuously  adv
tumultuousness  n

 I would like to be this boisterous when it comes to writing in general, writing blog posts in particular. Alas, turmoil generally makes me cringe. But having poetry that 'greatly agitates, confuses or disturbs'? That would be awesome.

It also seems the antithesis of haiku, the form I've been doing the most writing in of late. Then again I think of the poems of Issa, and know there is room for all types of reflection in even the shortest of poems.

Issa Poems

the toad! It looks like
it could belch
a cloud.

the snow is melting
and the village is flooded
with children.

all the time I pray to Buddha
I keep on
killing mosquitoes.

hey, sparrow!
out of the way,
horse is coming.

where there are humans
you'll find flies
and Buddhas

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