One of the pleasures of growing bulbs is the feeling of surprise when they come up and bloom in places you forgot about. It’s a small miracle when you plant this little round thing that looks like an onion in the fall, all winter it lies dormant, then by some unseen signal, it begins to grow when it seems like the ground is too cold to support growth. But grow they do. The earliest bulbs grow and bloom before most other plants are even showing a hint of life. They continue to do this year after year. How great is that?
Daffodils & Tulips
Another wonderful thing about bulbs is when you see one blooming in the unlikeliest of places. A couple of weeks ago, there was a single daffodil growing and blooming right through the asphalt of a driveway. That is perseverance!
I also love it when there is a single tulip or daffodil along the side of the road. I wonder how it got there. Was it dropped from a passing car or truck? Was it in a pot and thrown away? How did it manage to establish itself there and thrive? Roadsides are not a gentle place to grow.
I’ve seen daffodils blooming out of the sides of river banks and imagine a flood in the past that washed the bulb from its home and eventually the water left it on the bank to grow and flower for all who pass.
Then there are the bulbs that talk to me of history. They are growing in wooded, weed-filled lots. It makes me wonder about the house that used to be there and the person who lovingly planted that bulb. How long had it been growing? Why is the house gone now? There are stories there that beg for attention.
Flowering bulbs make me smile in delight no matter where they show up.
I paid more attention to poetry this month than I have in the past. I was exposed to more poetry and have learned a lot.
There was a poem in your pocket day where there was a small wooden tree with different poems hanging from each branch. You could pick a poem from the tree and keep it with you all day. You could memorize it if you wanted to. You could just pull it out of your pocket and read it all day. A nice way to enjoy a poem.
I learned more about the many forms of poetry. Poems that rhyme and poems that don’t rhyme. Poems that when written take the form of the words the poem is about. Most poems are really meant to be read out loud. The sound of a voice reading or reciting the words has a beauty of its own.
I even participated in reading a poem in two voices. I hadn’t heard of this before but once I pushed past my comfort zone and did it, I found it really fun. The sound of it was fascinating. I will need to look into this some more!
I was inspired by listening to a poetry activity for children. No rules. Be creative. I watched two little girls have fun creating poems with no self-consciousness and was amazed at how wonderful they were.
In my writing group one of the women gave us a poetry writing exercise to do. Her advice was to not take poetry or yourself too seriously. Then we discussed whether you can really critique a poem.
I have even written a little poetry in honor of April being National Poetry Month. It’s terrible poetry but at least I tried.
I know I’ve only touched upon the surface of poetry but it was fun. I look forward to learning more.
Did you participate in National Poetry Month? Do you write poetry? Do you think it can be critiqued or should we just try it and decide for ourselves if we like a poem or not? What really makes something a poem?
Writing journal (Photo credit: avrdreamer)
I’ve been very lax about blogging lately. Off the tip of my tongue the excuses would be, in no particular order: tax season, too many hours at work, Spring and yard work. There are a few other things I could throw in but that would get boring and sound whiny.
Instead I can report that I have been writing. Yay!
The writing is very piecemeal but I have been getting it done. Another chapter in the one story I’ve been working on, some revising on two older pieces to get them ready to submit and a lot of notes of ideas. And as always I manage to write in my journal. That keeps me a little saner.
Since I haven’t had time to devote any long stretches of writing time, I’m squeezing in what I can. It keeps me moving forward even if it is in tiny steps.
The writing time I’ve had, sadly hasn’t been blogging. I’m sorry. I will try to get back on track here.
How has your writing been going? Do you find different seasons better for writing? Or are you more inspired at different times of the year? When your time is limited, how do you prioritize your writing?
I was driving home from work today and going through one of the small towns where the speed limit is only 25mph. While stopped at a traffic light I saw a young man walking along the other side of the road. He looked to be in his twenties and appeared to have some special needs but seemed capable enough to be walking along this road.
I watched as he stopped and shyly waved to each car as it went by. He smiled and gave a careful little two-handed wave, holding his arms close to his sides. After a car went by he lost his smile until the next car approached when he repeated the smile and the wave.
The light turned green and I drove forward. I was the only car at that point so I was ready for the smile and the wave. I smiled and waved back.
Well! You would have thought he had just won the lottery! His little smiled turned into a huge grin. He jumped up and down waving his arms over his head; full of happiness!
Looking in the rear view mirror I saw him turn back around and continue walking but now there was a definite bounce in his step.
I don’t know about him, but I’m still smiling as I think about the pure joy he got from a simple wave. What a wonderful gift!
I’ve been kind of unfocused with my writing but did manage to submit two short stories. One has been rejected but had a nice note with it. The other one I just sent out so it’s too soon to hear anything.
I do tend to go into a funk in February and March and find it very hard to focus, let alone be creative. But I’m plugging along. Now that March is about done and the days are longer, I should be able to kick it in gear more.
Why We Write: 20 Acclaimed Authors on How and Why They Do What They Do edited by Meredith Maran
I read this great book which was very inspiring.
Each chapter was about and by each author. I particularly liked at the end of each one, the author gave a few of their best writing tips. I would recommend it to anyone interested in writing.
How is your writing going? Do you find that you write better during certain seasons? When you are feeling uninspired and unfocused, what do you do to keep going? I would love to hear your suggestions.
Here is an entire page dedicated to Writing Funks by the Wordwrights:
What is it about words that we find so beautiful?
Words have a power all their own (Photo credit: Lynne Hand)
Some people collect stamps or comic books. I collect words. When I’m reading I will stumble upon a sentence or a quote or an entire passage that resonates with my soul. I know they are special when I can’t keep reading because these words feel so delicious that I can’t concentrate on anything else until I’ve gone back to them and let them wash over me.
Then I have to gather up those words. I type or write them to really absorb them. Some I have saved in a special file. Many I have written carefully in a beautiful journal so that I can take them out and savor their beauty over and over again.
I recently looked through my journal and some of these quotes I gathered decades ago and they still resonate. They never lose their power.
I make sure that I record where I found these little gems that speak to me. I want to make sure that I credit the author who has given me these gifts. And I do believe they are gifts. In fact, some of them touch me so deeply that I feel they were written just for me.
Do you collect favorite words?