Unconcscious Mutterings - Parent Fiction
September 30, 2007 | Filed Under Linked, Poetry, Unconscious Mutterings | 3 Comments
Lunaniña gives us ten words to free associate each week as a meme, Unconscious Mutterings. Why not play along each week? Click here.
- Crook :: no more
- Career :: fanatic
- Freckles :: cute
- Scramble :: golf
- Mistake :: made
- Telephone :: number
- Thank you :: I think
- Obstruction :: of justice
- 24/7 :: nightmare
- SciFi :: movie
I did not like the words much this week, but I do like where they took me, but I wish there were none like he or a mirrored she, but I am sure there are, somewhere, out there….
Now, the meme itself ended with just doing the free association, and that alone was fun. But I like to do something with the words. Today it is a poem. I try to not skip a word and use them in the same order and tense as above.
Parent Fiction
He was a crook no more
if his police record were checked
only a career fanatic
thriving on each step up the
corporate ladder
straight to eternal hell
freckles dotted his cute kid’s nose
but only mom knew the total count
for she counted them out loud each
bedtime
and in silence each sleepless night
his scramble:
to reach the golf course
his play but to close a deal,
to correct a mistake made
by an underling,
to garner the telephone number
of the woman that danced on the bar.
to remember to say thank you
to the doorman who knew
who was what or where
for five or five hundred
depending
those were the counts he knew.
I would say it was an obstruction
of justice that he came home
rather than spend 24/7 away,
for the nightmare
was not that he couldn’t count the freckles
but that he saw parenthood merely as
a Sci-fi movie, something to be watched
not lived, not real
and yet he chose to stay.
MeeAugraphie
09/30/07
Please, if you do the meme, remember to link back to her site, thank you. My words are my own, please do not copy, thank you.
NaNoWriMo sign up Monday, October 1st
September 30, 2007 | Filed Under Make the world better, NaNoWriMo | 2 Comments
Evening, Pacific time, whatever that means; the evening part, I mean, I know what Pacific time is, grin. I am so excited. I haven’t even worked much on the first novel I started, but I know, that when I am ready I will. That is just how I work. Today, in prep for moving, I put my printed first draft into a notebook ready for the drive to Florida. It is really more of a novella then novel, I think, who knows what it will become, I only know that it will become.
But, I cannot resist trying another one during NaNoWrimo, November 1st to November 30th. We will have arrived in South Florida, Leon will be trying to get his license details ironed out and start learning the new career. Yes, I have to learn some of what he learns to assist him, but that still leaves me plenty of hours to type away. Afterall the temps in Florida will still be too high for me, so remaining inside will make me happy>
Last year I just started writing, having no clue where I was going and words just appeared like they do with my short stories and poems; I am counting on a repeat performance; I want to feel that free fall I felt last time. The one difference between last year and this year will be notes. Last year I couldn’t remember who was who and had a brother and sister in a romantic fling, thank goodness I caught it before the whole book went somewhere it was not supposed to… not that it couldn’t have gone that way, but it is not what I had intended… I finally got a dry erase board toward the end of the 30 days and put the characters up on the board, grin…. A mess, but so much fun.
Hmm, I bet Leon will buy me a dry erase board in Florida… if he is smart he will.
All of you organized people who like to prepare, sign up tomorrow and start planning, certain notes are allowed ahead of time, others aren’t, so check the rules… and you can bet I won’t do much if any pre-planning… Not me. I think the good old subconscious, aka. Muse, prefers to remain in control. Hey, sure makes it easier on me.
NaNoWriMo.org Remember, they do a lot of charity stuff, too, including setting up libraries, and they have a program for children to participate in, too. They do accept, ask for, beg for contributions and they are a nonprofit.
Dear Mommy - Let’s stop Child abandonment
September 27, 2007 | Filed Under Make the world better, Poetry | 2 Comments
A few of you may have both read this poem back when I posted it on another blog. Perhaps you saw the account of this particular abandonment in the news, especially those of you in the Pacific Northwest. Even with all that publicity, more abandonments have happened. The simple fact is they don’t have to in most states. States like Washington have what is called a Safe Haven law. If the mother feels she cannot care for her child within a few days after it is born she can give the child up without repercussions (legal) provided she takes the child to one of a few designated places, like a church or fire station. She must give some information, but she won’t be charged with abandonment… and the child will be safe. Please, y’all go to the site, check out if your state or the state of your child’s college have Safe Haven laws. Make your teenager aware of the law…. That single action could prevent a child from being left to roll down an embankment like this child.
I told this story from the perspective of the baby, as if the child knew what love really was. Grab a tissue. Then make a difference before you forget by sharing the poem or at least the link to Safe Haven information, some laws may have been changed or added in states that previously had none. Please, verify your state law, now that you know the law is out there.
Dear Mommy,
I’m sure you didn’t know the law
it wasn’t advertised
- that well-
you must not have known,
I’m sure
that the firemen
would have smiled (or tried)
and
gathered me
in their arms
and not even asked
your name –
but nodded in understanding, thinking:
you did, for you, the right thing;
you did, for me, the right thing
by bringing me to him.
I was a precious gift,
you had done your best. . .
I’m sure you were just scared.
I know you wouldn’t abandon me
- not the way you did-
IF YOU WEREN’T SCARED. . .
It had to be you,
who threw me out. . .
in that plastic bag. .
Was it?
Or was it someone else?
My eyes were not open yet
I’d not been introduced
I had only just been born.
You must have been really scared. .
Did you not know the law?
made to protect you, too -
that they would keep me instead
and help me grow up proud
and find a mom to love me
and a dad to love me, too.
I would have loved you anyway. . .
I would have known you cared.
Did you throw me gently out?
because I was not hurt,
but
I took a little rolling ride
along the gentle weeds
as each one lifted up a leaf
and caressed me through the bag,
guiding me gently to a stop
and made me to just cry.
Someone was looking after me
why not you?
That someone looking after me,
rolled me down the hill, so my cries
did spill into the night. . .
That someone looking after me,
was looking after you, too.
I know you don’t believe it’s true
but I am alive, so they have saved you, too.
My cries reached out to a woman’s heart,
one who was with child –
she heard my cries and sent her man
to brave the night
and climb the fence of steel. . .
or was it a flimsy fence and he was a man of steel,
the latter, I think, for he rescued me
and saved me from another fate.
You must have been really, really. . .
really scared. . . and didn’t know the rules. . .
I would never have forgotten you. . .
they would have told me that you cared. . .
Marcia McLees Bogaert
(MeeAugraphie)
2006
The poem beneath this post with the Stop Abuse button for this post riding mostly in its post, a quirk of the template, shows how it should have been for this child, how it could be if loving parents raise it…. it is a quick ditty about the first time perfume affected the little boy. It will make you smile, but don’t forget the tears you have now.
This poem was reposted on this blog as part of the Stop Abuse project linked below. My poems are copyrighted. This one may be reprinted as long as I am credited as the author. Thank you.
I also wrote about three other abuses, links to all four can be found here: McLeesBogaert
Please, if you have something to say about Abuse, any Abuse, speak up, say it…. say it in your blog, post it on someone else’s blog, write it somewhere, say it out loud…. One of us will make a difference. It doesn’t matter which one of us as long as it is someone.
