Microphone Check- A Poem

Microphone Check

I tap, tap, tap

the mic.

Face darkened room, faces

shifting shadows

hear feet shuffling,

restless legs.

Then my mouth drops

open

letting loose strings of

words-filled-with-hyphenated-excellent

punctuated by

emphasized…pauses…

Giving way to clause

spilling over the brim with

metaphors

and the audience takes incautious sips

burning the tips of their tongues,

so they have to shout

their ooohs…and ahhs…

because it’s just too damn hot.

Snapping fingers,

calling encouragement

until my last analogy

falls like a leaf from a

tree.

Softly swinging in the breeze

landing quietly

to thunderous applause.

 

This poem was written in response to this Monday’s prompt on The Reverie Journal that asks, if you could be anywhere, where would you be? Today, I’d like to be on a stage, reciting spoken word to a crowd who is loving it. If you have an idea for a poem, write it up and definitely link it up so we can read where you’d like to be.

Aloha y’all!

 

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The Plan for PenPaperPad 2016

the plan

Aloha everyone! I hope your 2016 has started off with a bang! I know mine did. Unfortunately, I’m not sick, which isn’t quite as fun, but alright then.

I’ve been leaving this blog to go and that’s not fair. I’ve had this blog for (wow) four years, I think. This is where I started sharing my writing regularly and helped me to get over my fear of writing for an audience.

I certainly don’t want it to languish. If you been around here for a while, you know that I’m always coming up with a plan. To-do lists help to make my chaotic world feel crazy, even when I fall short of doing everything on the list. I feel like a success with the little checks beside of my items.

I wanted to tell you a bit about my plans for PenPaperPad specifically. I’ll be posting videos that will tell you about what I plan to do with my writing in general and my new author website that I revealed earlier this week.

I’ll still be co-hosting #1000 Speak for Compassion on the 20th and answer writing prompts, because that’s always fun. I want to write a short story and/or a poem each week on here. I’ve been very involved in editing my novel and I haven’t been keeping up with other writing.

Speaking of editing, I’ll be posting my editing vlogs each Saturday on here. I put a lot of effort into those videos and I’d like to give it a home outside of YouTube and maybe it will be of interest to some of you here.

I also plan to finish the “Just One Night” serial. I’d gotten to the 4th installment and then I stopped. But I like this story and the idea behind it. I’ll be posting one new installment per month. I was thinking somewhere near the end of the month.

 

Just One Night Part Four

I’ll also be posting guest posts from other writers, some indie author reviews, book release for others, etc. I just won’t be doing any of this regularly. I like to support authors, so as I come across ways to do that, I’ll definitely share them here.

Here’s the latest video about my author website. I am giddy. Still. It’s not going to get old for me for a while. If you feel the urge go over and check it out and subscribe if you’d like. I’ll be posting writing tips there twice a month.

And here’s my writing plan in general. The stuff I plan to write in 2016. I’m pretty amped to get things done this year!

I hope this post met you having a fantastic New Year. Share your plans for 2016 in the comments and I’ll see you in the next post!

Aloha y’all! 

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Stalled Start

He was the best man at her wedding, on her side.

He’d taken her out the night before
friends from college hazed days and adolescent angst.
Soaking memories in tequila and a beer back.
Bad haircuts, boyfriends, and pierced places.

He’d always been there.

Through knobby-kneed scrapes from falling down, down, down
the water tower,
He’d picked her up, signed her cast. Got grounding for “letting her” climb it.
Gum matted hair from blowing up, up, up
Guinness worthy bubbles.
He’d cut the hair off, got grounds for cutting her bald on the left side.

Growing up worth the growing pains.

She’d snuck her first cigarette behind the gymnasium,
he held the lighter.
Wanted to tell her the glow set gave her face the cast of a misspent angel,
he swallowed those words.

Stalled Start

She’d sucked at her first recital, her notes falling flat, stilted applause.
He grabbed her hand, pulled her into the bathroom. Pulled her brush out of her purse, pulled My Chemical Romance from her lips.
He ached to whisper the lyrics would be nothing without her contra alto. She sang and his world felt righted. Her voice breathed life into his soul.
He settled for her smile.

Always waiting.

His toast was broken with him clearing his throat. Champagne hand shook, crowd mistook it for nerves.

For a mad moment, he wanted to grab his best friend,
spirit her off to a castle on a hill,
a beautiful spot in Italy where they
would throw their gluten-free diet to the wind.
To anywhere, but that moment.
Where he had to smile and tell the only woman he’d ever loved.

Goodbye.

***

This was in response to today’s Reverie Journal poetry prompt on starts. I took it to mean, he chose to start nothing and he was left with a friendship, but wanting so much more. Now he’ll always wonder…

Let me know what you think about it in the comments. Please go over and check it out. Write something yourself!

Aloha y’all!

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