POETRY201 DAY 2
LUSCIOUSLY LILTING LIMERICKS!!
Afar is a lush land kilometers away
Sure I should simply sail there today
No time to dwell!
So go there I shall!
Rightly regardless of reasons to stay!
I promised myself this will not be one of those sorry I have not blogged as much as I would have liked – sorry I haven’t posted all the daily 101 prompts – sorry but….because…despite….instead of…..ya di ya di ya !! posts 🙂
Just as I promised myself – and you all. to a lesser degree perhaps – that I would endeavour to do all of the above throughout November.
While November got off to a flying start – if promoted and displayed in chunks of somewhat frenetic activity – it and I slowed to a leisurely stroll and finally a halt! Yet the insistent ping of my daily emails still exposed me to each prompt/idea/nugget of advice and in some cases prompted half written drafts and much debate over which of my many photographs zealously stored on my tablet from many solitary sojourns to share with a waiting blogisphere. Yet as much as I wavered, waylaid, off on a tangent, inappropriated elsewhere, my soul was still as much involved on my self designated yet all too easily abandoned project. I thought about the topics daily, some inspired me greatly, some not so deeply – and I hankered for more time, more inclination, more self discipline….more, more, more, please sir, can I have some more sir……!!!
In retrospect and reflection, as December tumbled unexpectedly down upon us, I realise despite a penchant for non publication of my musings I had learnt a great deal from my own personal experience of blogging this month – albeit shortlived in its essence. More than a few later prompts highlighted this for me – I had been intrigued and thus inspired by The Rains Had Finally Come and although my own ‘dry wells’ at that point were still not yet to resurge I was still contemplating on the very essence of blogging and its world. The very reminder that we are all unique, that the writing process is unique, that we all create – and deliver- at totally different rates and noone can forsee the drought or the sudden rainfall was re-inspiration in itself. When Blogging Inspiring Bloggers also spurred me on to explore further and find even more unique,equally talented bloggers than I did in week one – before my self inflicted dry spell- I then knew I had finally got some kind of handle on this business!
So what have I learned?
Lots of tips on bringing the blog alive and realising I am in urgent need of advice on formatting my page far better especially thematically. Ideas on using different voices or styles and fresh ideas such as imbedding links, clips, etc all of which I am still to attempt.
That I’m an all or nothing kinda gal – partly known to most anyway! – that I wanted to blog daily or not at all and when it started to slip I took copious notes, jotted ideas, drank in daily situations or moments of inspiration, mini-ephiphanies – yet seemed to face the ultimate block in committing fully to my drafts. A busy working life may suffice as an excuse – but remember we are not here to hear any of my excuses. And I want nor do I deserve any special leniency! I have discovered a great deal in this labyrinth of exploration and know my limits more – twice a month with the odd dabble between lies somewhere near my blogging capacity as enquired after in another daily post. I identify my ‘flavours’ far more intensely when selecting new material to follow, yet remain open to persuasion and recommendation. The flurry of likes and followers and encouraging comments within my only real week of commitment excited and amazed me as it suddenly dawned on this relative novice that I had never sought others enough who would then seek out myself. Like a voice or a face unintroduced at a busy party it was down to me to take the initiative at last.
I have broken down barriers, slipped my foot off the parapet , no longer ‘alone and sadly loitering’ (Keates) but in through the door of a fascinating and totally rewarding world.
Having written for years but rarely published it has come at a perfect time for me in my personal world to finally release some of my ‘weavings’ onto a (hopefully) waiting world and despite my haphazard, infrequent missives I hope those of my followers who possess patience feel well rewarded enough when I do let the wells surge forth…..
I could even be sneaky now and class this as a longread for some – insidiously entering the realm of writing201 (!) but I will admit to a certain red leather bound notebook that is haunting me with its wisps of ideas and ethereal thoughts on most of November’s prompts for both photo101 and blogging101.
here is an open question to anyone inclined to read and anyone kind enough to indulge me by a forthright answer:
Would it be classed as cheeky to use my gatherings across this late British ‘season of mists and mellow fruitfulness’ – to reap what I have personally sown, – to pick out the best bits of my Leftover Sandwiches – and publish them anyway despite both challenges closed?
Who knows there may just be some caviar hiding amongst the limpest of lettuces…….:-)
Comments cordially invited!
Hey thanks for telling me all those things – but you are right! I already knew!
Its pretty clear in the way you are with me – the calm you spread to me – the zone we occupy when I get to be with you at last.
Its pretty cool that you have so many books – I know as I get older that will be a one stop shop – cannot wait to begin!
Its pretty evident you care – I feel lucky so far to have been chosen by this clan – if I need you I feel you will be there.
Please look after mummy though. I adore her and she is pretty lost at the moment.
I know you have worried about her all her life and she is so so beautiful, and soft and kind that I cannot imagine why she should be so sad.
Its a different slant of Sadness and I do not want to feel her Despair.
Do you think as a team we can bring some real joy back into her life?
Please let’s try.
That’s all really.
I am here to love and be loved.
Here we stand – the 3 ages of woman – child, mother, and grandmother.
Alike yet necessarily individual.
Blood not Water
Irrevocably entwined forever……
Years ago one of my first ever ‘grown up’ jobs was in a spice factory!
Having recently returned from travelling around Europe and feeling this a temporary option until I succumbed again to my insatiable wanderlust – I was destined to remain trapped there for 18 months! – I consoled myself with a half decent weekly pay packet and a mad social life with others of a similar age – 19!! More like a festering hot pot of lust, despair and endless, pointless banter at least it still makes me smile to this day when I recall our antics amongst those equally endless racks of strong smelling exotic spices . Nothing more erotic than some harmless flirting and giggly gossip compounded with the weeks end of club night after which no one came in on the Thursday to nurse their hangovers instead choosing weekend overtime! There we were the flotsam and jetsam of the local society biding our time until more promising pastures loomed! Treating our day jobs we DO want to give up like appendages to our social activities.
So,no, I wouldn’t look back on it as the most successful period of my life especially after my European sojourn from the tender age of 17 – I thought I had already ‘escaped’ !
In essence our intimate group of spice packers were like the spices themselves! Hot and peppery personalities mixed with blander but essentially useful types; a real plethora of society none of whom in my somewhat hazy recall wanted to do much more than get their personal 8 – 4 shift done and dusted and head home until the daily Groundhog bellowed once more.
And so we trudged along – intermittent ‘dramas’ punctuating our little lives such as the skinniest yet fastest and most heaviest lifting picker gloriously giving birth amongst the racking without a hint of foreshadowing!! Nothing else really topped that mind boggling event but it gave us fodder for months to come…
Inside I was bloody screaming !!
I often wonder at those times, that era, those little lives now – some of which I feel sure have already been sadly rounded with a sleep….the factory still lives on – are some of them still insanely incarcerated within ? Did any get released to live their dreams? To actually live their lives for god sake!
Sadly, some never even touched on my perspective, willing, others often even eager, to toil mercilessly on ad infinitum….
I questioned their ‘caged’ minds as they questioned my ‘free spirit’
I was one of the lucky ones! Self fortuitous because as the internal screaming intensified survival instinct cut in and like a hastily picked, dropped and broken spice jar that lay with its contents strewn across the picking aisles for all to see, my panic and bile at this Is This All There Is??? existence spew forth one day mid staff meeting. My sorry arse was never seen gracing that clocking in machine again!
But I’ve never forgotten, you know?
Even if that is a self deterrent to repeat such folly in life – I am well aware that the idealistic nineteen year old me laid the base there – like the intangible mix of well chosen spices that add flavour and punch to a dish of delight I have lived my life since deliberately mixing things up.
If anything that early ‘mis’ choice, that wrong turning, laid a pure foundation for me of what I oh so didn’t want in my future.
Turmeric. That’s me .
Strong. Bright. Flavoursome. Pungent. Not to everybody’s taste I won’t deny.
But undeniably present.
Escaping their Eternal RatRace…..
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