Poetry by numbers

I’m no math whiz as far as whizzes go, but I can hold my own in most things mathematical and scientifical. Just don’t require me to do calculus or I’ll go all F of X on your *. (I don’t know how to type the Fx function properly so maybe I’m not half as whizzy as I thought I was.)

Anyway, I like numbers just fine and I like sequences. I also like making up words that make sense even if you can’t use them in Scrabble. Getting back to numbers, there’s this thing called the Fibonacci Sequence that goes like this; 1,1,2,3,5,8,13,21,34…… you can figure out the next number by adding the last two numbers listed. It can go on for ever! It’s way more interesting if you look it up on Wiki.

Anyway, again, one of the first bloggers to like my posts is yaskhan https://yassy66.wordpress.com/. She wrote a poem using the Fibonacci sequence. I was intrigued, I followed and decided to write one myself. Hers was Haiku-ish in that she used a syllabic count. I probably would have done the same, but I didn’t remember until I was seven lines in, so I stayed with it the turned it back around. You know, there and back like Bilbo ‘n crew. I roughed it out while in the woods last week and made it presentable today.

Rustlings         10/8/19 to 10/15/19

sitting
waiting
among oak
shag bark hickory
sugar maple cherry white pine
silent witness to the rustlings of woodland creatures
both great and small squirrels barking wood frogs chirping chipmunks scurrying insects buzzing
the background whine of rubber on asphalt as travelers rush to their distant destination a counterpoint to the whisper of nature
i watch and listen by the old stone wall and the elbow tree that together marked a field's edge in days long past where now a forest grows and dry leaves litter the ground
thinking about why i'm here not the little here or the big here but the middle here what drew me here
let the philosophers puzzle out why we're here the big here that is
i know why i'm here in this place
i'm hunting deer and peace
i found peace
wait what
was
that

In case you’re wondering, it was a squirrel!

I just looked at the preview and saw how it would post, I didn’t mean to make you work.Thank you for your indulgence.

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Memory

Home again
in the woods
where I grew up
built my first campfire
got lost when I was young
get lost now that I'm older.
I got in trouble for that fire
the clinging wood smoke smell
gave me away.
You just wait until your father gets home.
I hid under the covers
wishing for sleep to take me
to tomorrow
away from the spanking I expected
but did not receive.
A stern talking to
and my self imposed dread
were penance enough.
And now
forty five or more years later
I sit at the scene of my crime
remembering.

Funny what stays with you.

Fixin’ whut aint broke

As you can see, I’ve been messing around with my site. I figured, ‘what the hey’ and added some cool widgets that the rest of you cool kids have on your sites. Now I have to figure out how to add pages, content and whutnot (yeah, I know) without crashing my site. I can be dangerous with tools, time and a little knowledge!

Anyhow, I’ve been struggling with a story idea that I want to work on for November’s NaNoWriMo challenge. I also want to use the same story idea in a short story format and submit it to PUB518.com for consideration in their upcoming, Guide to Useless Sidekicks, anthology. I have the short story part figured out and am off to a start. One of the conditions is that it must be unpublished and a blog is considered published, sooo…, I won’t be able to share it with you in my blog. Sorry. I will keep you posted on my progress though. So far, I did a dramatic reading of it’s opening salvo and cracked up my wife. Good thing she wasn’t drinking something! I would like to write the long version as a novel, spoofing the super-verse, or, as a graphic novel, doing the same. I have some unique characters and a twisted sense of humor, look out Marvel! You too DC!

About 518 Publishing. Their idea is to tap into the creativity of upstate NY writers in the 518 area code, but they will take submissions from writers wherever they may be. The last one, Influence of the Moon, has a piece from a writer in London, England that is, so if you have a story idea, check them out and submit it. You won’t get rich, but you may get published and that is really neat. I have a short story titled ‘Selene’ and a poetry piece, ‘I Should’ve Quit and Gone to Bed’ in ‘Influence’. Check it out on Amazon, I already got my free copy and Amazon gift card, so I’ve been paid. Buy it if you want for yourself, not for me. I won’t be able to put up those pieces for a year.

Please check out Eugenia’s BrewNSpew cafe https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/69221687/posts/55850. She puts weekly prompts out there for you to expand or expound upon. This week’s prompt is ‘Ghoulish’. I have something in mind to submit. For now, I’ll leave a teaser that’s part of a series of poems that I’m trying to convince my insanely talented daughter to turn into a graphic novel with me. Check her work out at; https://madisonrose225.wixsite.com/violetrose/gallery

Ahh, teaser smeaser, I’ll just let it rip!

I am what I am

Torment drives me relentlessly, beyond all hope, beyond care
a wraith, I drift, by impotent fury consumed
preying on dreams, turning faith to ash,despair
remains, it ravages still, it's thirst un-slaked.

Oh, foul beast, the demon inside runs rampant
in catacombs of my un-redeemed soul. without remorse,
I tread in its wake of wreak and ruin, unrepentant,
led astray, without the will to reverse my awful course.

In battle, I engaged my foe, headlong, Hell driven,
unyielding, iron cold, no thought for mercy or compassion.
My creed; No quarter asked, no quarter given.
Alas, hollow victories were naught but crimes of my own commission

Reflection reveals my conscious choice to ignore
the consequences of my actions. I'll live with them forevermore.

BrewNSpew Cafe https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/69221687/posts/55850

I love this time of year…

…though sometimes I wonder when I’ll have time to enjoy it. The business that my wife and I own gets very busy in the late summer and early fall. We sell and service archery and fishing equipment. Right now, I’m swamped with archery customers who are gearing up for hunting season or are in need of repairs. I’m not complaining about being busy, the bills need to be paid. I need to be better about taking time for myself and stop enjoying the season vicariously before it’s over and I become bitter.

In case you didn’t see in my profile, I am a man of varied interests, hunting being one. You wouldn’t know it if you saw me on the street, I don’t wear camo as a fashion statement, or shirts with logos that would clue you in. If you observed closely, you might notice that I walk carefully and quietly (just ask my wife, she hears like a bat, and I startle her all the time), or that my eyes are always scanning what’s around me or on the ground. I might not hear what’s being said around me (another spousal gripe), but I’ll hear small sounds. I guess you could say I’m looking and listening for clues. I notice things and there are so many things to notice in the woods.

I don’t brag or show pictures of the game I take. In fact, I don’t even have pictures of any of the deer I’ve taken. I’m not ashamed, no, quite the opposite. I take great satisfaction in the fundamental connection with the natural world that I feel while hunting. I respect and appreciate what I hunt and honor it. Many people don’t understand, that’s okay. You may find your connection in other ways, I think that’s great. Find that connection in the night sky, or the rising of the sun, in tide pools and saltwater marshes, in the desert sand or mountain vistas. I do.

Fall brings new colors and smells, fresh air and frost. Two Falls back, it changed the way I think and write. Or maybe I’m just getting old even if I don’t feel like I’m getting old. I want to leave you with a haiku I wrote a couple days ago, after the first cold autumn night. I had another piece I was going to share, but it can wait for another post when I don’t go on so long. That’s what happens when I write at midnight.

To my Rose

Fall chill air, sleeping
in her warm embrace, content
I love this season

In Brief

It’s late, past bedtime in fact, so I’ll keep it short tonight. I want to thank everyone who has visited my blog whether or not you chose to like or comment. I don’t know how you manage to keep up with the number of followers you have, the comments you receive (and give) and the people you follow. Collectively, you post an overwhelming amount of creativity and insight. Please, don’t take offense if I haven’t liked your posts, or followed your blogs…yet.

Keeping to my promise, a short Haiku for you.

Brief

Deliberately,
efficiently practicing
verbal brevity

Good night.

The wheels in my head go round and round

I wisheth I couldeth remembereth all the things that I think. I remembereth that I thought things, and, though the things that I thought are, theoretically, thtill there, they thwirl outhide my grathp.

Thorry about that.

Then I saw the BrewNCafe weekly prompt, Scarecrow, and this happened.

 Most of the time                                                10/01/19
 
I don’t say what I think,
most of the time.
I don’t think you would understand,
most of the time.
I don’t understand what you expect,
Most of the time.
I don’t expect you even know,
Most of the time.
I don’t know what you want,
Most of the time.
I don’t want to care,
Most of the time.
But I do.
My head is full of thoughts, not straw.
A heart beats within my chest.
I do have the courage,
To stand by your side,
To fend off the crows that peck and steal,
To support you on your stony path,
To help you stay true when you are lost,
To be your friend when you’re in need,
And peace.
Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.
He doesn’t know what to say,
Or think.
He doesn’t understand,
Or expect,
To know what you want,
Most of the time.
But he does care,
Most of the time.  

Eugenia, you are a wicked woman to make me spill like this.

Also, you have to check out these writers, Larissa’s Ebony and Crows https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/59361397/posts/2432025260 and Mitchel David Ring. https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/156206608/posts/1196 They are amazing as is Michael Malachi – The 6’6 giant! https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/97708154/posts/2429946613

I’m spent!