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Why write 31 days?

October 1, 2019 By Annette1 2 Comments

Off and on for the past few years I have taken part in the write 31 days challenge.   Why write 31 days?   Because.  I know, not a good answer eh?   But seriously, one of biggest joys each week is taking the time to let one word marinate through me and see what comes out of it.   Sometimes I’m quick off the mark, and other times I need to let the word marinate for a while.  It’s a lovely challenge, and taking the time to meet is excellent.

If you want to take part you can, but I think at this point it’s too late to officially joy.  BUT if you do join in, share your link in the comments below and I’ll stop by and visit you. 

31 days of free writes

We’ve been given a list of 31 days which we are free to follow OR we can do our own thing.  I’m hoping to use the words provided but I might on occasion deviate. 

Today’s word is WHY.   So here goes five minutes.  🙂

Go… why

Why…
It’s a question I’ve asked a lot lately.

Why…
Does a simple gardening job
Take me all the blooming day to finish?

And Why…
Do I have a lad who
Gets caught up on word meanings
And gaps in conversation.
That sometimes he forgets to reason it through.

Why…
Do I have a man who loves me full well?
When I so often feel like a horrible wife.

Why….
Did God send his son to die for me?
Me, a horrible excuse for a believer.
One who persists with doubts and wonderings.

So Why…
Does love seem so hard to understand?
It often makes no sense
With what one person deems as a loving act
To another it’s just something you do

Why…
Do I love writing poetry?
Why does it speak to my heart?
Why do I want to write 31 days?

Then Why…
Do baby bunnies sometimes fail?
Is is something genetically wrong?
Or is a sign of a hidden illness,
A immune system reaction that dumbs a baby down?

Why…
Are goats so very cute
and Chickens so adorable?
When I don’t have room to raise either?

Why…
Does the cat persist in believing
That I am the one who feeds him?
When consistently it’s my lad who does so?

Why…
Do I have to run out of time
even when I’m a fast typist?

GAH.
WHY?

Stop: why write 31 days?

Why write 31 days

So these are the free writes we’ll be handling this month

  1. Why
  2. Gift
  3. Problem
  4. Listen
  5. Other.
  6. Notice.
  7. Same.
  8. Gather.
  9. Join.
  10. Scared.
  11. Deep.
  12. First.
  13. Reach.
  14. Voice.
  15. Open.
  16. Avoid.
  17. Consistent.
  18. Active.
  19. Strong.
  20. Tell.
  21. Person.
  22. Sense.
  23. Need.
  24. Different.
  25. Wait.
  26. Accept.
  27. Better.
  28. Test.
  29. Practice.
  30. Memory.
  31. Enjoy.

See the list of other challenge accepters here. 

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: Word Prompt, Write31Challenge

Success

September 27, 2019 By Annette1 4 Comments

My son came home today from a day out with four of boys from his army cadet cadre.  His comments about what made the day a success made me smile within. He’s learning success is all in how you look at things.  It is SO good to see this growth. 

Success

How it is Measured

Success is what we look for
Day after day.
Perfection, being the best,
Winning the game.
Finishing the list.
Doing the job without mistakes.
These things we measure as
Success.

A lad comes home.
“How’d it go”? The question asked.
The answer comes with a grin
“We sucked. Mom, we did so bad!”
“Yeah?”
“But mom, it was GREAT!
I want to go again!”
I asked “Why”? Adding
“The day didn’t go as planned”.
“It was fun! I learned a lot”
This was the measure of
Success.

Not the win,
Not necessarily the loss.
The friendship and camaraderie.
The learning.
Location that surprises.
“Oh, and mom, that place is HUGE.
We had to run everywhere.”

As the night went on,
the lad expounded
The events of the day
fresh in his head.
He talked of helping.
Laughter at foolish mistakes.
Orienteering better understood.
Success.
Even in the midst of complete
Failure.

Join the Community

Miss Kate posts a word prompt almost every Friday.  This week the word is Success last week it was Challenge.  So take five minutes, tell me what the word success has to say to you.  It would be great to hear!

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: #fmfparty, Poem, poetry, Word Prompt

Challenge

September 19, 2019 By Annette1 7 Comments

Miss Kate’s challenge word comes to me at the end of a long busy day.   I find myself popping off to sleep at unexpected times so today’s word prompt will most likely be short. 🙂  Today’s word?   Challenge.

Challenge

Challenge, a poem

Sometimes a day is a challenge
Filled with busyness and feeling
On the run

Other times a day is somewhat less so
Filled with busyness and feeling
energized and ready.

What makes the difference?
Today was such a day
Filled from the moment go.

Delivering papers.
Driving an hour.
Meeting and learning.
Holocaust survivor.

Then shopping
Conversation with a lad.
Ruminating

Picking up new to us chairs
Pictures of bunnies.
Supper making
and then on to blog work
the lad to schooling.

This day so busy
and yet
at the end.
I feel good.
Learned, rested in busyness
and yet…

Sleep steals.
Work a challenge.
Stress threatens
Hubby home.
Looks … pauses
“tomorrow’s another day Love”

And today
Is just a good day.
Busyness and all.

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: #fmfparty, Poem, poetry

Start The Year

September 12, 2019 By Annette1 14 Comments

This week the FMF word is start. September is the start (for many) of the new school year.  We used to mostly school year round but as my lad matures he works more in the summer so we’ve cut hours back.

Start the year

The week before.
Bad news was had.
The school it called.
The lad had been bumped.
No tech this year
No room for a one class lad.
Meanwhile, there was fun to be had!

playing games rainy day camping

Dad booked a week.
Of Camping that is.
A favourite place in Grundy lake.
Choices to make
Trailer or tent?
Wife full week or time to herself?
Menu or not?
What time to leave?

Tents Set up Camping

Truck packed up
Food and all.
Kayaks, fishing rods, lighters too.
Hugs and Kisses,
Prayers send them on their way.
I have til Thursday!
Piece and quiet
All my own….

Camping to be packed

Cleaning house
Answering texts
Sharing joy, and frustrations too.
Where’s the ______,
Did you pack that _________?
The Truck’s not working right…
I decided to forego one more day
To bring my man the tools and lights he needed.
Easing frustration.

Fishing at Grundy Lake Provincial Park

Days with my boys,
We start to fish,
Campfires, kayaking.
I get to read, how delish!
Rainy day, games call loud
The lad teaches a new one
Start off his mom and dad.
Packing up, Start for home.
Vacation done
School now starts…

Oh, and the lad ended up getting into his Tech course, so this year was indeed started off right. 🙂

Join us over at Miss Kate’s won’t you?

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: #fmfparty, poetry, Vacation

Look Back

August 31, 2019 By Annette1 2 Comments

Okay, I’m a bit late for doing my Five Minute Friday post which is hosted by Miss Kate. This week has been so full of work I’ve hardly had a chance to sit down it feels.  In light of the fact that this week’s word is back, let’s look back over the week shall we?  🙂

Look Back

Hard Week

Monday cleaning and painting the new bottom of the new to us truck bed. This involved lots of rags, and the lad gained skills in vehicle maintenance.  He learned to put a shop vac together. 

Wednesday our car was in the shop.  The new to us car is causing us some mental strain with some of the issues it is having.  This time it needed new wheel bearings and we need to find something called dust covers.  I don’t know what they are and Jim can’t seem to find them along.  We’re thinking we might have to hit up some of the junk yards.

Thursday and Friday were focused on getting the truck in working order.  This necessitated some heavy lifting and a lot of team work.  We replaced the old bed with a new one.   The lads got the lights working again and after some intense moments of frustration got all the bolts connected.   The rest of Friday, the lad and I spent gathering materials they would need for camping.   I mostly had everything packed except for the kayaks and food. 

Today (Saturday) I finished packing up my son and hubby up for a week of camping. I forgot to get Jim (hubs) to help me get the propane tank extensions out of the trailer. So they are missing those, but I can bring them up when I come.  They have some small propane tanks with them to hold them over.  I’ll join them this coming weekend for a bit. 

Look Back - painting truck

I have to admit, it was a tough week physically.   It was so hard.  Lifting and moving.  Having to deal with frustration seeping off my hubby, feeling his discouragement as physically as I could hold a rabbit.

In the midst of that hardness though, as I look back I see more though. 

Look Back

The conversation flowed by between boy and man,
We need to do this, and then that.
“Am I doing it right dad?”
“You got it son”, the response it came.

“Dad, can I help?”
The words often came.
I love watching them work together.

MOM! Dad needs you!!!!
The call rang out
Startled I arose and quickly went outside.
Finding I’m needed,
Another strong pair, hands lifting, shifting.
Holding while bolts connected.

Work done I stayed outside.
Listening, waiting, being close at hand.
Smiling I watched my bunnies on the grass.
Then grinning as I watch
A wee little one demonstrate she’s too smart
To stay outside.
Puddle won’t stay in a pen on the grass.

Banished from the grass,
She thumps in the cage.
Waiting to end of day
For her not as smart littermates to return.

Laundry flapping.
Clear bright days.
Decent health.
Hard work possible.
I could make everything ready.
For my boys to go away.
Camping in sight.
I was pleased to pray them on their way.

Looking back I find.
A hard week… was good. 🙂

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: #fmfparty, Poem, poetry, Word Prompt

Pace Changes Through the Day

August 23, 2019 By Annette1 1 Comment

I freely admit that this poem took a tad bit longer than 5 minutes to write.  BUT hey… it’s my blog, it’s kinda my right!  🙂   But seriously, I couldn’t just stop half way through could I?   The word pace hung on my all day long.  Worrying a small hole in my brain until finally I was able to answer it’s call.   This is that day. Let’s see how pace changes through the day.

pace changes through the day

Pace Changes Through the Day

A day planned out

Laundry
Build photo box for rabbits
Pay Karate bill
Fix fence or leash for Miss Lizzy
Do pickles day four
Move red chair
Clear living room table
Bring in garbage containers
Mow lawn?

The lad and I set to
Getting down quite a few
Pace is quick and focused
Before hard working dad got up

Settling down
List to wait
Spend time with dad.

Agents of Shield
The plots are thickening
Intriguing us all.

Chatting via text
Sharing time
The pace is slow

Text arrives
What think you of this dish?
Zucchini pie, crustless.

Oh….looks doable.
If you want before you leave
All hands on deck

Very quick pace
Zucchini shredded
Cheese, eggs, flour all mixed in
Dish is oven.

Pace is slow
Agents of Shield
While we wait.

Food soon cooked
Just in time.
Dad enjoys
TWO pieces of pie!

Of he runs
Work it calls.
OH he says before he goes
Can you the truck help along?

My plans I sighed.
Hubby says “I understand”
“Don’t do if you can’t”
“but…. it would really help me out”.

I send him off with a
Wave and a hug.

Sighing deeply
I know what I’ll do.

Calling the lad
I lay out the plan.
The lad sighs loudly
This was NOT in his plan.

Washing three times
the truck we applied
Cloth, water, and more betide.

underside of truck

The pace was moderate
and still the surprise
Didn’t take so long
as we had surmised.

The lad off to play,
Speed the name of the game
I got back to the list.

Finally most of was done.
No fence fixed.
Or leash for Miss Liz.
The lawn will happen another day.

My pace gradually slows
Until at last
Time for food
Pizza at last.

The lad comes home
A ravenous lad.
So glad to see
Pizza at hand.

Pace quickens
Pizza devoured.
Then settling down
A story, a show,
Then sleep beckons.

Homemade Photo Box

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: #fmfparty, Poem, poetry

It’s my birthday, again

August 9, 2019 By Annette1 10 Comments

I was going to turn this whole thing into a poem… then my tiredness got the better of me.  Yesterday was a LONG day… much longer than I wanted it to be.  But I just got write it out cause … It’s my birthday again.

It's my birthday again

It’s my birthday again

It comes around
Once a year
A celebration day.

This year I turned
Dare I tell?
Of course, I’ve lived them well!

54 years under my belt
They say you should never ask
Though why not, I do not get.

Excuse a moment,
These tired bones
A cat just bumped my leg

He’s hungry you see
Needs a late night snack
It’s diabetic need.

Duty done
I now return
this poem now to tell.

It's my birthday again

I picked up the car, and headed off to Kitchener.  I wanted to go to the St. Jacob’s Market.  I had plans to sell a bunny, buy some fruit and some luncheon meat.  Heading on my way, about half way there the “check engine light” appeared.  Called the seller, he said “It’s probably nothing but a loose gasket or gas lid”, hubby seconded the same as the car was running fine.   Since I’ve driven many cars with the same thing I wasn’t too concerned and kept on my way.  Got to Kitchener in good time and sent bunny on it’s way to a new home.  Wandered the market, spotted the meat I wanted to get but didn’t buy it as I wanted to check out fruit prices first. 

Oh.. my favourite sliced meat!
Should I buy
Let’s look at fruit!

Peaches, Plums
Blueberries too
OH… Sweet Peppers!

And then the clouds opened up.  Oh my but it poured.   I was wearing my open toed sandles with my orthodics that shouldn’t get wet.   So I said “I guess that’s all I will get.”    And headed off home. 

Trouble Raises it’s head

Hmmm… what’s that smell?
Is it the town?
No! It’s the car!

Stopped by road
Car too hot
Call the seller asking help.

He walked me through
Some things to check.
Temperature, battery, fan

Wait until it’s completely cool.
Then call back when
The car will start.

It's my birthday again

Well, the 20 minutes he suggested came and went.  I waited a bit longer the car wouldn’t start and seemed rather cool.  He called him back.. worried he was.  What was going on?  He had me run more checks, then said “hold on, I’ll drive on out.   Just wait”.   Helpful people came and went offering rides, seeing if I was okay.   This I was grateful for.  What I wanted was a book! (and to just get on with things).

He never arrived, he got my location a bit mixed up and couldn’t find me not one bit.  But we talked further, he gave me more suggestions.   He promised he’ll come Friday afternoon or sometime Saturday with a trailer to pick up the car and will leave us a loaner until it’s repaired. 

 Home I head
Slowly it went
9 hours total

For what should
have been
26 minutes.

Thursday the car
Never made it back.
Friendly JMR took me home.

Friday morning off I went
Walking 3 kms
Brought back Miss Bess.

It's my birthday again

In Conclusion

So now our new ride, in the driveway sits. Hoping Mr. D can get to the root of this.  When hubby reads the codes it brings up the capacitor, or a sensor, or oxygen deprived.  Maybe a loose hose?   I’m thinking it will be a fine-toothed comb needed to track it all down.

My joys of birthday were simple.  

  1. I bought a car charger for the phone so I was able to call for help.
  2. A sister who called to say happy birthday and to commiserate with me.
  3. A mom-in-law who took my many “I”m bored sitting at the side of the road calls”
  4. A hubby who took many texts and we had good conversation when he was able at work. 
  5. Helpful people.  It’s a true delight. 
  6. In time I’ll be able to laugh about all this.. I’m not there yet.  Still feeling vexed and worried about this new ride.
  7. That I couldn’t get my favourite sandwich meat.  It surely would have spoiled by the time I got home, or I would have eaten it all at once and not been able to savor it over several sandwiches.  God was good in sending that rain!
  8.  I’ll never be able to say I’ve had an “uneventful” birthday!  Never again!  🙂

So join us over at Miss Kate’s for Five Minute Friday.  This week the word is Again. 

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: #fmfparty, Poem, poetry

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