RIP

I went to a neighbor's funeral the other day. In one corner, they had a computerized slide show flashing scenes of her life. About halfway through the service I realized, they won't be able to do that at my funeral.

I said to Husband Dearest, there won't be a picture show at my service. Because I'm always the one taking the pictures.

He said, he had pictures of me.

Hymph.

So, I went looking.

I found lots of pictures like this.

And this.

And this.

For some reason, there were plenty of pictures of me and the ATV.

Go figure.

Plus a few of me with a grit-teeth, spastic grin caused by someone using my camera to take my picture, and I'm trying to say, press the button, press the button without moving my lips.

So, as not to have the dullest funeral in history, or to leave mourners with the impression I did nothing but ride an ATV, I created my RIP Photo Collage.

It was an interesting experience. Try it yourself.

Something's Burning

Okay, maybe I should have gone with NaNoWriMo.

Today’s Poetry Prompt: Write a poem that uses some sort of meter. If you want a challenge, attempt a meter you haven’t worked with before. For an extra added challenge, try to work in the word "belly."

There once was a lady from Nantucket.
err. no.
Roses are red.
nope.

does anyone remember ferlinghetti?

"Someone has escaped his Underwear
May be naked somewhere"



I am distracted by the good old days.

reading ferlinghetti thru a marijuana haze.
dreaming of, what is to come.
left with, what I might have done.

Day 3

Poetry

Why not?

A screenwriter must derive the most impact from every word in a script. That makes screenwriting like poetry.

If you're lucky, so inclined or talented, even action lines have rhythm.

A script page looks like a page of poetry and not like a block of prose.

Because the purpose of a script is not to make a movie.

The purpose of a script is to get readers, one after another, to fall in love with the characters, to see the pictures, to feel the story.

If you can do that, the movie's gravy.

Fiat

Because I am not crazy enough to do NaNoWriMo.

Today’s Poetry Prompt: Write a poem that includes at least one description of an object that is six or more words long.



I remember the first car I loved.

It was sexy.

It was new.

It was mine.

It was a lime green, Fiat Spider with brown leather seats and a rag top that leaked around the back window like a lover's tears after a long goodbye.

It did not love me back.


Day Two

30 Poems in 30 Days

Because I am not crazy enough to do NaNoWriMo.

Today’s Poetry Prompt: Write a poem about something you believe.

I believe

dogs are God's way of saying,

take a breath, already.

the world can go to hell in a handbasket tomorrow.

today, play ball.

Day One