Insights
cold days
we sleep long —
old cat and me
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pet cat waits
in a patch of sun, trusting
breakfast will happen
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I remember
my nasty stepmother —
dead 23 years
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lentil soup —
memories
of childhood
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strange Christian men
(avowedly)
stalk my facebook smile
Once more, apologies if you've seen these already on social media. This time you get context as well, with a clue as to what I thought I was doing (grin).
In Write Like Issa, Lesson 4, 'Bold Subjectivity', David Lanoue reminds us: 'The private, in art, becomes public. Dare to write highly personal poetry of which some readers will say, with gratitude in their hearts for seeing it on the page with stark clarity, "Hey, that's my story!" ' (Whether I have succeeded in that is up to my readers!)
Sharing via Writers' Pantry #88 at Poets and Storytellers United.
Hi Rosemary,
ReplyDeleteCaptivated especially by your first offering on Insights. Beautifully balanced, tender and true. Pretty perfect in fact and make me smile broadly this morning.
That's nice to know.
DeleteSuch beautiful words representing the beauty of everyday life.
ReplyDeleteAs they say, it's the little things.
DeleteAnother set of lovely haikus. They evoke a mix of feelings: cat and affection, childhood and bittersweet memories, and strange men on Facebook... I also like the quote by David Lanoue.
ReplyDeleteHappy Spring, Rosemary! May continue to find delight in your blooming roses.:)
Many thanks!
DeleteI love your simple everyday observations. And what is up with those strange Christian men on Facebook indeed!
ReplyDelete(Shhh! I don't think they really are as Christian as they claim.)
DeleteThat last one is so intriguing. Soup and cat muse come through.
ReplyDeleteNot really intriguing when you experience it. It is probably supposed to make them seem harmless and trustworthy, to the gullible. They haven't done their research very well in targeting me!
Deletegreat Insights!
ReplyDeleteshort but impactful.
loved the picture of the cat, sitting there so patiently. (breakfast will happen!) :)
Cold days lend themselves well for sleeping in and lentil soup sounds lovely. The awful step-mother and Facebook pests sound far less lovely.
ReplyDeleteLife in all its variety`!
DeleteThese little snippets of real life...so refreshing!
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteFor the cat, breakfast happens magically, but you have to do the work to make it happen.
ReplyDeleteYes, she is far removed from her species' wild origins.
DeleteThese are great....loved all of them
ReplyDelete*Smile.*
DeleteEach relatable and carry their message well...my personal preference to that of the poems that leave me pondering what I've just read and feeling at sea!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad they hit the spot for you, Bev.
DeleteI love these little snapshots of life. Nasty mother-in-law and old cat! I have the latter but the former was nice.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you had a nice mother-in-law. So did I. My stepmother was my father's second wife
DeleteI love these glimpses into your living. So, do stop apologizing for the gift of reading them twice.
ReplyDeleteLOL. Thank you, point taken.
DeleteHey, that's my story!!!
ReplyDeleteCold days;
Pet cat waits; and
(Childhood) lentil soup -- All these.
Also the wicked stepmother because of knowing Cinderalla since grade school.
Rosemary, thank you for always being honest with me, my write was sad, horrifying, and grotesque. I visited each of the first two fellows in their homes once, but only once. The smoker who smoked, his were cigarettes, shocked me terribly when I first saw him, such a strong addiction that it put him in early death, yet he continued.
I think the shower door guy had to have drunk when he fell. That fall cut him all over his front, more than the mentioned face.
The last one I made up after you first read and added because Beverly thought he was 'blah'. He was.
I'm not good at prose poetry and will practice now on more. I added the Gothic Poetry label but it is missing several elements to be true gothic. There is a form for absolute horrid contents but in the time I had I couldn't remember its name. But I will.
I'd love to be in some of your classes. Since "One Single Impression" closed you are the only teacher for me except for reading.
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Thank you, Jim, for your very kind words.
DeleteI am delighted to know some of these are indeed your story too. I'm also glad to know I didn't miss the mark in my reaction to your post. It is of course perfectly valid to write about horrors, and in that case I expect you would hope that readers are horrified. So you succeeded!
Peeks into what IS Rosemary and makes us appreciate her even more.
ReplyDeleteAwww!
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