a deluge of rainbow thread beckons
all proclaiming the perfect match,
say not a word nor move your tongue
lest you paint red their sunny views.
Prompt inspiration: 3 Word Wednesday- grip, prefer, thread
ARCHIVES.....FIRST DRAFTS.....
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Tainted Hues
Grip the needle between your teeth
a deluge of rainbow thread beckons
all proclaiming the perfect match,
say not a word nor move your tongue
lest you paint red their sunny views.
@laurie kolp
a deluge of rainbow thread beckons
all proclaiming the perfect match,
say not a word nor move your tongue
lest you paint red their sunny views.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Vacation Bible School?
Through stained glass windows
he sits.
he sits.
Music proclaiming God’s love
rocks the house.
All he hears
are garrulous kids
teasing him
on
his
birthday.
God must be running errands.
@laurie kolp
Prompt inspiration: Jingle Poetry
Monday, June 13, 2011
Pushing Buttons
To push a button: BANG, BUZZ, HISS
Imagine the look on his baby face
When a seashell tip he poked in place
Reacted with a SISS, BOOM, BAH
Then snapped his finger with a claw
@laurie kolp
Prompt inspiration: Magpie Tales Monday
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Live Like Children
Age saw two quiet children
Go loving by at twilight*
Holding hands and a’skipping
Twas quite a lovely sight
Without a care or worry
Over looming senescence
They hit the ground rolling
In earth’s field of innocence
Until they set their eyes above
Reveled in the moment’s hand
Made wishes on stars falling
Reveled in God’s mighty land
Age watched in disillusion
Wondered why the merriment
Did not these children realize
Life’s too short for sentiment?
Then at that very moment
An overwhelming flash of light
Encircled Age with calming words,
“The children have it right.”
*Carpe Diem by Robert Frost: "Age saw two quiet children go loving by at twilight."
Go loving by at twilight*
Holding hands and a’skipping
Twas quite a lovely sight
Without a care or worry
Over looming senescence
They hit the ground rolling
In earth’s field of innocence
Until they set their eyes above
Reveled in the moment’s hand
Made wishes on stars falling
Reveled in God’s mighty land
Age watched in disillusion
Wondered why the merriment
Did not these children realize
Life’s too short for sentiment?
Then at that very moment
An overwhelming flash of light
Encircled Age with calming words,
“The children have it right.”
@laurie kolp
Prompt inspiration: Poetic Bloomings- Favorite line from a poem
*Carpe Diem by Robert Frost: "Age saw two quiet children go loving by at twilight."
A Typical Day at the Club
Outside summer’s inferno tempts
pool-goers. Alluring chestnuts,
their torsos roast and burn.
Enchanting stories are shared
to pass the time, some with
devious plots more flesh
they bare. Inside the club lotus
position inspires bold limbs.
A kinship forms through pretzel
twists and turns. Strange breathing,
eyes closed, mouths in Os; those
unaware might think like
this they sleep.
@laurie kolp
Prompt inspiration: Sunday Whirl
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Bubbles or Whistles?
“Johnny knows how to
blow bubbles from
his nose when
he cries,
but I am the
ONLY one
in the class
who knows how to whistle,”
said the boy to his mother.
*Prompt inspiration~ Writer’s Island: Incomparable
blow bubbles from
his nose when
he cries,
but I am the
ONLY one
in the class
who knows how to whistle,”
said the boy to his mother.
@laurie kolp
*Prompt inspiration~ Writer’s Island: Incomparable
Friday, June 10, 2011
The Belly Dancer
Kalama dances with fear,
every swift move of the hip
a slap on sweaty cheeks.
Bystanders gather ‘round
the flaming torch, hypnotic
eyes and mouths are 'O's.
Wafting smoke lifts all
doubt lulls anxious hearts
who believe in The Power
with gifts of gratitude.
every swift move of the hip
a slap on sweaty cheeks.
Bystanders gather ‘round
the flaming torch, hypnotic
eyes and mouths are 'O's.
Wafting smoke lifts all
doubt lulls anxious hearts
who believe in The Power
with gifts of gratitude.
@laurie kolp
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Nobody's Perfect
I never claimed to be perfect,
only God in that game can win.
So stop it with the nitpicking,
one wee wittle typo’s no sin.
@laurie kolp
only God in that game can win.
So stop it with the nitpicking,
one wee wittle typo’s no sin.
@laurie kolp
Prompt inspiration: Poetic Asides~ ”Don’t start that again”
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Sharing my stories about challenging times helps me
I went through a very difficult time in my life that started shortly before Hurricane Rita. The Christmas before Rita hit, I had to have an emergency hysterectomy. Katie was hospitalized with pneumonia the day I was released (which was the day before Christmas Eve). My story, A Christmas Basket, published in Christmas Miracles, tells about that unfortunate incident and how good came from it.
In June that same year, Pete and the kids were involved in a horrendous car accident because a teenager was not paying attention. He was going full speed ahead while fidgeting with the radio when he ran into my precious family and changed our lives forever. Thankfully my children were okay, but pulling shards of glass out of a two-year-old's hair is not fun. The one who suffered was Pete. He had ruptured discs in his neck and eventually had to undergo surgery. Even so, he is not the same active man he once was. That has spurred quite a bit of poetry and unsent letters.
Also that summer my father was diagnosed with prostrate cancer. The BIG "C" WORD always brings a lot of anxiety and apprehension. My mother had breast cancer years before so we knew it would not be easy. Luckily my dad is fine now, but he did have a second run in with it several years after his first treatment. I am proud to say both of my parents are cancer survivors. That's a story in and of itself.
Then Hurricane Rita came along and we were forced to evacuate. Eight hours in the car, Houdini acts, diaper stints and three restless kids under the age of six are enough to make anyone crazy. When Ike came several years later, we stayed for the storm. Big mistake! The article (next paragraph) I have written tells about what I went through during those two hurricanes. For me, the chaos occurred before the storms hit. After Rita, we were in Dallas having a grand old time with family. We evacuated to a friend's home two days after Ike and also had a lot of fun. The kids think hurricane means vacation. Not!
My article, The Calm After the Storm: How to Survive a Hurricane, is highlighted on MyDaily.com. I have author Gina Misiroglu and the editors from Red Room to thank for this accomplishment. When I joined Red Room several months ago, I never dreamed they would be so helpful and personable. Gina helped me get my article from page to publication in less than a week. If you are a writer, I highly recommend you join Red Room.
Many other things happened between the two hurricanes, much of which I attribute to the mere fact of raising kids. And of course, there's Mary. She died shortly before Ike hit. I have written these stories down and hope to share all of them some day. I never knew something so rewarding could come out of life's struggles. That's what "sharing" is all about; it cleans us out.
In June that same year, Pete and the kids were involved in a horrendous car accident because a teenager was not paying attention. He was going full speed ahead while fidgeting with the radio when he ran into my precious family and changed our lives forever. Thankfully my children were okay, but pulling shards of glass out of a two-year-old's hair is not fun. The one who suffered was Pete. He had ruptured discs in his neck and eventually had to undergo surgery. Even so, he is not the same active man he once was. That has spurred quite a bit of poetry and unsent letters.
Also that summer my father was diagnosed with prostrate cancer. The BIG "C" WORD always brings a lot of anxiety and apprehension. My mother had breast cancer years before so we knew it would not be easy. Luckily my dad is fine now, but he did have a second run in with it several years after his first treatment. I am proud to say both of my parents are cancer survivors. That's a story in and of itself.
Then Hurricane Rita came along and we were forced to evacuate. Eight hours in the car, Houdini acts, diaper stints and three restless kids under the age of six are enough to make anyone crazy. When Ike came several years later, we stayed for the storm. Big mistake! The article (next paragraph) I have written tells about what I went through during those two hurricanes. For me, the chaos occurred before the storms hit. After Rita, we were in Dallas having a grand old time with family. We evacuated to a friend's home two days after Ike and also had a lot of fun. The kids think hurricane means vacation. Not!
My article, The Calm After the Storm: How to Survive a Hurricane, is highlighted on MyDaily.com. I have author Gina Misiroglu and the editors from Red Room to thank for this accomplishment. When I joined Red Room several months ago, I never dreamed they would be so helpful and personable. Gina helped me get my article from page to publication in less than a week. If you are a writer, I highly recommend you join Red Room.
Many other things happened between the two hurricanes, much of which I attribute to the mere fact of raising kids. And of course, there's Mary. She died shortly before Ike hit. I have written these stories down and hope to share all of them some day. I never knew something so rewarding could come out of life's struggles. That's what "sharing" is all about; it cleans us out.
Cheery Cherry Thought
of homemade cherry pie ice cream delight
from the darkened void a brief respite;
these cravings camouflage unspoken fright.
@laurie kolp
Prompt inspiration~ Poetry Jam: picture & Carry On Tuesday: “Beware thoughts that come in the night,” (opening lines of William Least Heat-Moon’s novel Blue Highways)
Galveston: A Picture Story
We had a great time in Galveston. I tried my best to be a kid, but the mommy in me came out as needed. Here are some highlights from the trip.
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| Our view from the 10th floor hotel room |
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| Checking out the beach |
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| Friday night dinner at Landry's (walking distance from hotel) |
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| Hurry up! Get away from the pool bar, boys. |
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| Riding through the rainforest |
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| Gotta feel it! |
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| Schlitterbahn (notice blue Hurricane Ike water level marker sign above their heads) |
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| Nicholas is wiped out from the day... the Rainforest Cafe couldn't even keep him awake! |
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| Shopping at The Strand |
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| We had to stop by and visit our nephew/cousin, Jonathan |
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