Thursday, August 11, 2022

Breathe

not-quite Journaling, 39

 In
horrid times,
my tiny garden
offers me
(you?) respite
abloom.

7/29/2022: My garden has exploded, and I’m loving it (NYC’s pollinators share my joy).

8/5/2022: I am overwhelmed. So much is happening in the world (COVID, monkeypox, mass shootings, war). And some days, my own life feels just as chaotic. It’s time for me to jump into the arms of my first love—fiction. I’m ready to get lost (and hopefully found) in worldbuilding, character profiles, saving (and slaughtering *cough*) fictional people, falling in love and lust in ink. I predict battle, mythology, romance, darkness (and light, too).

 

8/8/2022: Two more days—today and tomorrow—until the heatwave currently roasting NYC finally takes a break. I’m more than looking forward to a breeze. I miss going on walks in the middle of the day, without fearing like my eyeballs will start to boil or like my skin will slip off my bones. Seriously, I’ve been dreading putting on pants; and I doubt my neighbors would react well to midday mooning. Hm, I wonder how bees do so well in those puffy coats of theirs? 🤔

 

8/10/2022: I walked home from the hospital today, my first time since the heatwave made walking more than a few blocks unwise. When I got home, I ate every bit of fruit (even slightly blushing) in my garden. Don’t tell my nutritionist, who keeps insisting that I shouldn’t eat fruit that isn’t completely ripe—everyone needs a vice (or three… where’s my coffee!?).

8/11/2022: Someone I love said, “I miss your creepy love poetry.” So, I found this bit—for no one should be denied creepiness in love. Really. I’m pretty sure it’s a law somewhere. And if it isn’t, then someone should make it so. Also, every time I read this, I see grown-up Wednesday Addams and Dexter making googly eyes at each other in my head. I wonder why…

 - for Poets and Storytellers United--Friday Writings #39: Crafting.

17 comments:

  1. Really like how your tiny garden inspires you and your poetry! Super!

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  2. Wednesday Addams, home-grown strawberries, purple flowers, red flowers ... what's not to love? (And luckily for me, your heatwave doesn't reach this far. Although our early-ish Spring makes me think we might get one of our own.)

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  3. The pics of your garden are so lovely. It gives your readers joy as well.You will be in Autumn in a couple of weeks....it has to get cooler for you.....Cressida

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  4. I love every precious nugget you've shared in this post. Stunning poetry, photography, and thought.

    Have you watched the newest season of Dexter? With teenaged Harrison?

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  5. I like your tiny balcony. We are about to downsize into a two bedroom with a balcony and I might get gardening tips from you. Neither of us has a green thumb, our outside potted plants now are two Hibiscus, a Palmera (from a stick, blooming on four branches now), and as long-leafed striped thing that Mrs. Jim took home from a wedding. Inside we have a Christmas plant and a shorter leafy plant. We think that might happen a year or so away, a senior living place.
    BTW, Cressida can probably sign in at the anonymous place by clicking on the "anonymous" button and from the dropdown menu choice, Name and URL. I learned that somehow, click on my name here and you should go to my P&P Place blog for this prompt.
    google is po'd at us for being irritated for some reason (I try not to capitalize "google" as I feel it doesn't deserve that, trying to take over the whole world. WordPress may be next, it got my YouTube, my blogs, yahoo, and forced me into an email that I never use and have forgotten its password.
    ..

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  6. I am sure, that first love of yours, will never leave or forsake you.
    Have a good Saturday

    Much💖love

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  7. "In
    horrid times,
    my tiny garden
    offers me (you?) respite
    abloom." I feel that way about my small garden, too. Lovely pictures.

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  8. I am with you when the world is just too much I retreat to my garden. Yours is just gorgeous. Have a nice evening.

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  9. Real-life gardens are becoming ever more precious over time but when that doesn't do the trick … imagination gives us inspiration, refuge and wings.

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  10. Blogspot won't let me post "dittos" as a reply to RNW's comment, but will let me post it separately? Weird.

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  11. I can feel the respite that you do in your garden ... so fortunate to have one, no matter the size. Townhouse living interferes with my gardening talents (well, the talents I used to have.) We seem to float in and out of Central Oregon heat waves. However the 30-40 degree movements in temps most days helps. We our down comforters last night with door screens and windows open. Stay cool ..............

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  12. I really like the short poetry "when the world suffocates..." Really we need to do something to stay sane, and writing may bring in some fresh air. Open world exploring, character profiles and build, and *ahem* slaughtering [sounds like a RPG game too] are some themes to explore.
    I totally adore that little piece of dark poetry. It's something i wish i can write for my 'dark side of the moon' series. That little gem is subtle but dark & wicked. :)

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  13. Tiny gardens often nourish our souls in ways that big gardens can't.

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  14. Your garden is just gorgeous. The bees must be in heaven.

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  15. Sorry that last anonymous comment was mine - love your garden and glad you survived the heat.

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  16. Your garden and also my family's garden bring me some joy. :)

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  17. That is a great creepy poem! Your garden looks lovely!

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