At least, I hope I do. If you enjoy the blog, tell any friends you think might enjoy it too–we’ve got plenty of room for more. 🙂
So, today was a rather lazy day after the hectic running around of yesterday. Made for a nice quiet day. I did adhere to my Day-of-No-Excuses regimen, and submitted three poems, one of them brand new, to a site called Strong Verse. I really liked their current featured poem and the motto that “Good poetry is meant to be understood, not decoded.”
I would be honored to make their cut. We’ll see.
That wasn’t a great deal of writing, but it was something, so I also spent some time working on my jewelry and finished a couple of new pieces. Pleased to get some more done, since I have a couple of possible venues to vend at in the next few weeks.
Got to have one last piece of the souffle for brunch — the rest of it was already gone! I’m gonna have to make another one quick. 🙂 Next time I have been requested to add Morningstar Farms Bacon and baby broccoli to the mix. So there’s a trip to the store for me tomorrow.
As far as cleaning goes, I was lazy today. I got the trash rounded up and put out — and in the process let Firefly out and she won’t come back in. 😛
We don’t let the cats stay out at night, because we back up to the Green Belt, and there are coyotes out there. Newell says she’s missed the window and can never return, but I don’t think he means it. Especially since she is his baby…
As light as today was in cleaning and writing, I feel I owe you guys something…hmmm…
Here’s a poem that I am rather fond of. It can also be found in By Candlelight, my collection of dark poetry and horror stories:
Sliding Down the Night Road
Sliding down the Night Road,
headlights plucking at the ghosts
staring with empty eyes
at the jive steel mass
with the rolling thunder wheels.
Nine Inch Nails croon from the radio
and click on the steering wheel –
the tenth gone with the
finger it rode in on for a
lost bet in a nameless town.
Black diamond eyes glitter
in the green dash lights…
dreaming a madman’s dreams.
Humming along to the radio
with an off-key nails-on-chalkboard whine.
Everywhere nails…one kind or another,
like the coffin-nail dangling
from the rear-view mirror
or the door nail in the Lucite shift knob.
Nailed to the Night Road…
so he can’t escape
Today I cleaned ― garbage cans, neatened bathroom some
Today I weighed ― 185.2 — at least I’m not going UP
Today I wrote/revised ― a new poem and submitted three