#NaPoWriMo #16-Tributes

False color tributes to our dead
Sparkle in dappled sunlight as
Their bodies liquify in sealed casements

Frayed fabric blooms stray with the swift prairie wind
Decorating the tree-lined field like Christmas in April
Poinsettia red and rosy orange

Faded remnants twist on plastic sticks
Beside engraved granite markers
Bearing witness to the inevitable end

Ashes to Ashes

Dust to Dust

Water to Water

Plastic to Plasticcemetary S. Halawy

Photo Credit: S. Halawy via Flickr

Writer’s Block

Ironically, I am sitting in my rocking chair staring at a blank piece of paper wondering what I am going to write for my tenth Spotlight blog. On my regular blog, I write about whatever appeals to me that day and the topics range across a number of interests, both silly and serious. Since this is the Spotlight Author Blog, I am drawing a blank.

So I text my sister and explain that I’m stumped. I love my sister. I wish we lived closer than 1400 miles apart, then we could have these conversations over homemade margaritas. We’d be making sarcastic remarks and laughing until our sides hurt.

She suggests “Writer’s Block.”

Well, duh. That fills in the blank, doesn’t it.

Writer’s Block

I don’t see it so much as a blockage of the creativity. A block implies that there is a flood behind the obstacle and that eventually the obstacle will break down or be washed away. This sounds somewhat painful; at least, that’s been my experience with blockages (i.e. kidney stones—Youch!!!)

In my mind, it feels more like an absence, an empty room that needs to be filled in. The Vacancy sign is on, flashing its neon characters begging for a resident. And once the resident appears, there is the greatest sense of anticipation, then a spreading relief as a new idea and the words to create it settle in for a stay.

In a fit of so-called “writer’s block,” I stare into the background, unfocused, my inner eye seeking a picture, a word, a sound, something in my gray matter that will germinate and spring forth like the fabled magic bean. My eyes may cast around the room like I’m looking for something in the physical world, but I’m seeing nothing there, not while my internal self is so desperate. Something? Anything? The doors are wide open! There’s cable TV!

If nothing comes after ten minutes of searching, it’s time to make a move. Time to get up, get moving. The best remedy is a brisk walk outside. Open up the windows and air out the linens. With the Spring Equinox behind us and temperatures on the rise, this is a more likely scenario. But back in the winter months, with temperatures in the range of super-chill, this was only recommended for yetis. Instead it was clean the house. (Oh no! Not that!) Or hop on the treadmill and watch The Universe DVDs.

Sometimes I turn to drawing. With a cup full of pencils and Sharpies, I can spend a solid hour or two scribbling and sketching, experimenting with colors and contrasts, refining a piece of art. At times like these, it isn’t a complete absence of creativity that’s causing the problem, just the medium desired by this spiritual manifestation of my soul. The guests want to switch rooms to get a better view of the countryside. They are welcome to any open suite, as long as they offer an exchange.

#NaPoWriMo #15-This is My Smile

This is my smile
I put it on carefully
For you

You see, I’m not really smiling
No, I’m not
But I’m pretending to be

Beneath this forced upturn
I’m thinking of all the things
You deserve to hear
All the things you won’t like

I could be hurtful
I could be hateful
I could be…

Here is my smile
I put it on carefully
But it is aching


#NaPoWriMo #14-Anger

Anger curls my toes and fingers
Like centipedes beyond my control
Writhing against my sides
Eager to encircle the unsuspecting prey

Anger casts my face aglow
Like sunfire in July
My hair feels like burning twine
Or Medusa’s enchanted snakes

Anger clenches my heart
Like a fist around my throat
Stealing my pulse and my breath
Until I lash out to escape.

I scream
I am the ache
I am the anger

Anger - madstreetz

 Photo Credit: madstreetz via Flickr

Blog Tour Week

Blog Tour PosterThanks to Rave Reviews Book Club, I’m being featured as the SPOTLIGHT Author this week.  You’ve seen other Spotlight Authors cross my blogs, and now it’s my turn.

I’d be honored if everyone took a few moments to visit the gracious hosts of the tour.


Elizabeth is our “SPOTLIGHT” AUTHOR for the week of 4/12/15 thru 4/18/15

Here is the line-up of her Blog Tour

Sunday, 4/12/15:

Jason Zandri

Monday, 4/13/15:

Michelle Abbott

Tuesday, 4/14/15:

Joy Lo-Bamijoko

Wednesday, 4/15/15:

C. Salem

Thursday, 4/16/15:

Marlena Hand

Friday, 4/17/15:

Jennie Sherwin

Saturday, 4/18/15:

Carol Marrs-Phipps (See my post on Writer’s Block)

The tour is over, but you can still visit all of these wonderful hosts! Thanks for stopping by. See you again, soon.


#NaPoWriMo #12-Spring Cleaning

Spring cleaning
Purging old clutter
Clearing space for fresh views
Feng shui of the home and mind

Planting flowers and seeds
Watering and watching
Gleaning a new angle
Where the stems bend toward light

Verdant life springs forth
Fecundly fragrant
Breathing with earthworms
Roiling with rolly-pollies

Hearth and mind alike
Benefit from Spring’s changes
The Earth knows new bounty
The Mind knows new vision