What's on Your Writering Mind?
Assumption, false or true
You believe says more about me, not you
Tell me the truth
Is that the real you?
Yes, I am pointing a finger
Because the outside suggest a different view
Are you being dishonest hiding the truth
Then with good excuse, take your hurt feelings and cry boohoo
. . . . Seriously just saying
Just when I think I am not going to compromise, I do.
Lucky are the few who never have to, or should that be too?
Compromise, a tendency so strong I am confused.
Is it about having my way, winning or being sore?
I prefer not to sit down to dinner at 4:30 or 5PM, but I do,
Because it suits you!
There is so much more to compromise, you haven’t a clue
Do you?
I want a Tiny House
A place to rest my weary head, be quiet as a mouse
An itsy bitsy treasure chest
With walls of solitude
Miniscule and clutter less
One pot, one coat . . . .
A best dress and pair of shoes to match the rest
Perhaps a weed-less garden
Its flowers tango to the breeze
This is what tiny means to me!
. . . .Seriously Just Saying
(I welcome any comments, especially regarding how to punctuate poetry)
April 21, 2014
Today is day seven of the Zero to Hero challenge at Blogging University and I am seriously behind. The tagline, “Get grounded in blogging basics,” seduced me with the promise that the basics could be easily mastered.
That is not the case. The learning curve is high and there is no weekend off to catch up.
I started to lose my footing with day three’s assignment, “A Penny for Your Thoughts.” The assignment, write about your passionate idea, and why that passionate idea motivated you to start blogging.
After soul-searching it became obvious, I had no passionate idea but wanted to whine about the struggle to write, and attract other people to the pity party. My biggest hurdle is editing, or thinking it’s not good enough. Blindoggbooks, a blogger, promotes acquiring a thick or thicker skin, and finding your audience.
It’s not writers block because as Roger Simon* says, “Why should I get writer’s block? My father never got truck driver’s block.” So why do I stare at the wall?
It’s a pity party and here is your invitation.
Pity Party Invitation
Come to my party
We’ll walk across tables, stand on the chairs
Dance in the garden, dig our toes in the sand
Forget yesterday and tomorrow
Just soak up the sun
Come to my party, without clothes if you like
We’ll blow out the cake candles, talk about life
Pass party platters filled with mistakes
Eat casseroles made from left over dreams, and sour grapes
Stay for dessert, whipped jealousy smothered with envy
Come to my party, we’ll commiserate!
And maybe write
. . . . Seriously, Just Saying
*Quote from “On Writing Tools” by Roy Peter Clark
Seriously Just Saying 
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