Poetry Wednesday – My Roots

My Roots

From the ashes at my roots
Of my thorns descending
I will find restoration
Once upon a melody
Driving me into traditions
I never knew but know so
Well as I sway to commands
Familiar as my own name
Icy and lovely while the end
Calls me sweetly to sleep
On battlefields growing darker
With each sweep of my roots
Through the blood soaked soil
Giving way to piles of ash

NaPoWriMo Review

And another NaPoWriMo is done. This was my sixth NaPoWriMo. This year wasn’t as successful as other years but it certainly was not the worst. I ended up with 45 new poems across 4 different poetry books. I had intended to write more for Written & Whim so it would be done and ready for publishing soon.

However, life had other plans. An emergency tooth extraction on April 11th made the rest of the month kind of odd as things aren’t healing, recovering as quickly as I would like. Prior to the extraction, I had been more tired than what is typical. I suffer from Chronic Fatigue Syndrome so for me to notice this, the exhaustion was WAY intense. I suspect, now, it was due to my body fighting the infection that led to the tooth extraction. Worse than usual exhaustion remains – though not as badly – through recovery. I only have so much energy to give things, anything, in a given day. The infection, the extraction, and the recovery have been consuming most of it.

I had hoped to go to a concert during the month but fatigue vetoed that. I wasn’t a total recluse during the month though. I managed to go to the coffee shop a few times to write even if I didn’t really want to. The days I want to spend the entire day in bed, I force myself to get out even if it is for an hour at the coffee shop and I make myself write. I may go back to bed when I get home but, at least, I did something productive with my day.

I spent Easter with my niece and nephew. On April 6th, I worked a craft & art show. Sadly, the crowd was minimal at best. I sold nothing. My friend sold 2 items. It was very disappointing yet we forge ahead with getting our art out to the people.

I did quite a bit of sewing prior to the show as I constructed more drawstring backpacks out of my fabric stash as well as create an Easter-themed mixed media piece and an Easter-themed mosaic.

I started figuring out how to make things from polymer clay which was prompted by an idea for a mixed media art project but being unable to find the components in order to make it a reality. I need to finish constructing the clay components this coming week so I can start on the project. I also have several mosaics in various states of creation. Working hard to motivate myself to finish them. A few have been languishing, unfinished, for a while.

My hopes for May are:
– Complete most, if not all, of my mixed media art project
– Finish off at least 3 of the 6 mosaics I have in progress
– Finish the sewing project I have sitting on my cutting table
– Finish the clay pot art project I have sitting on my work table
– Finish Written & Whim while making more progress on Doll & Discarnate, Letters & Locks, and Tincture & Thorn
– Finish the healing process of the tooth extraction site
– Have a very successful craft show on May 11th

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 30

Rose Thorns

In this garden
I will pierce
My heart with
Rose’s thorns
Better than capitulating
To the thunder
Burning through my soul
Using it up until
I am nothing more
Fading petals on
The garden’s path
Trampled to decay’s
Fully embraced intent
In this garden
I am home as I
Pluck a rose of
My heart’s choosing
On which I
I will pierce
Its thorns to heart

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 29


Listen to me stay as you walk
Away in mortification
At what we danced to
Once in a hurt, sweetest misery
Descended upon us without
Warnings and flashing lights
Intense glamour at its side
Blinding us to what came to be
Listen to me stay as you walk
Away in disgust
Epitome of our dance
Once in a misery, sweetest hurt
Cascaded up on us without
Warnings and flashing lights

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 14

Tossing Stars

Tossing stars over my shoulder
To make oceans fall away
Into my arms insincere of
Their intense devotion
Fickle at best we do kiss
Through shadowed veils
You cannot explain the difference
Though I did ask more than once
More we strive to be something
To everything and nothing at all
Even friends we are not
Tossing stars over my shoulder
To make oceans fall away
Into my voice’s growls dying
To break free from prisons
Stars only lashed it to
Covering up and lifting it up
An offering to gods that spat
On its very notion of being
Tossing stars over my shoulder
To make oceans fall away

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 13


Build a wall around
Flowers and blood
Mind the thorns
Piercing my thoughts
Giving them nightmares
They cannot shake
Loose into wilted
Atmospheric black metal
Cover up their wails
Guttural deceptive
A glimpse of me
Out of time’s timing
Second guesses and
Swear I am sober
Throwing my hands
Come up with thorns
From flowers and blood