Red Dresses

I'm totally and completely head over heels for The Bloggess.

so much so, that it's not enough to write about her on my other blog, I feel I also need to share her here.

This woman is so...awesome! she is inspiring. uplifting. brave. witty. crazy. passionate. and wicked cool.

She gets an idea...blogs about it, and these ideas take off! fly into the upper atmosphere and clear out into space.

you must go read all about the Traveling Red Dress. if you're not totally amazed and at least a wee bit inspired, I'm sorry, but you are a dullard and you have no soul.

I'm kidding, you're not soulless.

but truly, this is one of those reminders that there is GOOD in the world. and after scrolling through the news headlines day after day, headlines that are full of tragedy and bad news, it's nice to have a ray of sunshine.

Prompt #92: What is your red dress?

It's a popcorn prompt...

I'm a fan of the popcorn prompt.

take 5 or 6 random words and create a poem from them. I've done several works this way before...it's a good way to stoke those creative fires when you're a wee bit stumped.

so today...

Prompt #91: write a poem (story, essay, or whatever suits your fancy, using the following words:  Pragmatic. Flock. Doorway. Spice. Simple. Lonely.

A quick prompt...

My step-father is headed into emergency surgery. My mind is a little bit elsewhere. 

**update 1.17.12: They chose to delay surgery - but have not totally ruled it out. They kept him overnight for observation and are running more tests today. pokes, prods, swallow this pill, dye injections. fun stuff. (not)

Prompt #90: Use the following as the first line of a poem, essay, short story, etc...
"The last time the sky was this shade of grey..."

Ode to Wine

So I love wine. and today I stumbled upon this lovely little Ode in praise of wine - which then compares wine to love, and I thought "perfect! this is my prompt today!" But first, I have to share the Ode with you.

Ode To Wine
by Pablo Neruda

Day-colored wine,
night-colored wine,
wine with purple feet
or wine with topaz blood,
wine,
starry child
of earth,
wine, smooth
as a golden sword,
soft
as lascivious velvet,
wine, spiral-seashelled
and full of wonder,
amorous,
marine;
never has one goblet contained you,
one song, one man,
you are choral, gregarious,
at the least, you must be shared.
At times
you feed on mortal
memories;
your wave carries us
from tomb to tomb,
stonecutter of icy sepulchers,
and we weep
transitory tears;
your
glorious
spring dress
is different,
blood rises through the shoots,
wind incites the day,
nothing is left
of your immutable soul.
Wine
stirs the spring, happiness
bursts through the earth like a plant,
walls crumble,
and rocky cliffs,
chasms close,
as song is born.
A jug of wine, and thou beside me
in the wilderness,
sang the ancient poet.
Let the wine pitcher
add to the kiss of love its own.

My darling, suddenly
the line of your hip
becomes the brimming curve
of the wine goblet,
your breast is the grape cluster,
your nipples are the grapes,
the gleam of spirits lights your hair,
and your navel is a chaste seal
stamped on the vessel of your belly,
your love an inexhaustible
cascade of wine,
light that illuminates my senses,
the earthly splendor of life.

But you are more than love,
the fiery kiss,
the heat of fire,
more than the wine of life;
you are
the community of man,
translucency,
chorus of discipline,
abundance of flowers.
I like on the table,
when we're speaking,
the light of a bottle
of intelligent wine.
Drink it,
and remember in every
drop of gold,
in every topaz glass,
in every purple ladle,
that autumn labored
to fill the vessel with wine;
and in the ritual of his office,
let the simple man remember
to think of the soil and of his duty,
to propagate the canticle of the wine. 

Prompt #89: Write an ode to one of your favourite things

365 days...

So wow! I'm doing it.

I started my new project.

Things I Love - 365 days

check it out. if you will.  

Prompt #88: Be doing what you love. If you're not...make some changes. We should all do what we love.