Dropping joy like seeds
Which turn into trees
Growing through the seasons of her life
The leaves unfold
Each a story told
A canopy from the essential strife
When comes her last call
A final leaf in the fall
It will cut with a silent knife
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Luci
She can turn the world with her smile.
Her heart, a song, coloring your eyes with something better.
She is fiercely kind and kindly direct.
Swiftly tilting her head, she questions the patriarchy.
A poet mathematician. A singer scientist. A musician doctor, healing your tired mind with her laughter.
She is precisely messy, delightfully charged, a force of joy.
A daughter, sister. friend to all.
She is Water
She is water,
Flowing, dripping, dropping, water-falling.
Washing the inequity from the streets of
your indifference.
She’s a tidal wave, a force to level out
the wrong done upon her sisters.
The tides are made of her opinion.
You can bathe in her beauty, her fresh, pure springs.
She crashes, white, frothy surf, commanding
the attention of her audience on the beach.
She is holy water. She is nature.
You must drink her for life.
She is water,
Cascading, swirling, drowning in strife.
How to Get to the End
“Can I get directions to the end?,” she asked.
“To find End, go back to Began,” he replied.
“Take no baggage or holes in your heart. Sometimes you go to End to find where you start.”
She huffed, and she ranted, as the curious man strode away.
For she would not be able to make the end today.
Banter
We could banter,
Say all the things.
Whispering in moonlight,
Exchanging rings.
We could tell truths,
Deeper than sea.
Exchanging oxygen for words,
Until we’re free.
We could sing,
Our hearts the drums.
Making morning night,
Darkness always comes.
Twenty-Twenty
A year in the swirl of the twirl of a life
A blink and a tear from the center of her eye
It came, and it passed, unpaused by the strife
Ignoring the very question, an existential “Why?”
It spun, and it sputtered, finally rushing ahead
A child, somewhat wild, quietly perplexed
Dreams in rough shape yet decidedly undead
Broken, not battered, mildly vexed
Swiftly absorbing the ending of reality’s play
She’s a year, a lifetime, a decade of plenty
Living a lifetime in moments today
Flashing forward, to tomorrow, twenty-twenty
Resolution
I resolve to fight the man.
I resolve to shake the hand of the enemy of you and me.
I’m unbroken, outspoken, a healer of the heartbroken.
I resolve to solve your negativity with my undying electricity.
I resolve to love full the hole in your soul.
I’m unshaken, oft mistaken, an adopter of all things forsaken.
I’m a woman.
I am resolution.
What Makes a Good Story
I have recently increased my reading time in support of better writing. I wanted to digest what I loved about the stories I was reading so I could find inspiration to create a story worth reading to others. Here is my shortlist of what makes a story special to me.
- Characters that become clear to me through their actions and reactions. By reading how a character responds to situations or others, I can peel back their layers from the safe space of being curled up with a good book. I also like learning how the story changes characters for better or worse. Give me the reasons to love or despise the characters through how they behave. Make their actions speak louder with words.
- Enough detail about the setting of a story or specific scenes in the story to get me in the space where the characters live. Even brilliantly crafted characters can fall flat when their setting isn’t specific enough to matter. I want to learn enough about the main setting and individual scene settings to understand how they impact the character or others. For example, whether my character dumps a significant other over the phone from the safety of their place or in a coffee shop face to face might matter in how I view them. Scene setting is an Achilles heel for me in my writing. I now go back when I finish each chapter to see where I can add detail.
- Stories where every scene moves us forward (or backward if needed) to something relevant. I like to dive deep and understand characters and their space, but if each word, page, or chapter is not moving me along the story arc or taking me back to places and times of significance, I get bored and skip to where I think the pace picks up again.
Some books I am currently enjoying are Little Fires Everywhere and One Day in December. I would love to hear what stories you are enjoying!
My Addiction to Hallmark’s Countdown to Christmas
I am addicted to the Hallmark Channel’s annual Countdown to Christmas movie marathon. It has been 9 hours since I last watched the first installment of the 10th Anniversary year movie series. As a writer, I decided I am not ashamed for loving the holiday themed stories, even though I know they will end exactly how I predict they will during the first minute of watching.
To celebrate the 10th year of holiday movie confections, I will post reviews of each movie I watch. I hope I cause you a smile and warm Grinchy hearts. And, I do not care that Halloween has not occurred yet. I can still enjoy that and Thanksgiving while getting my Christmas on early.
NOTE: I WOULD SAY THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS, BUT WE SHOULD ALL KNOW THE BASICS OF HOW HALLMARK HOLIDAY MOVIES END.
Hallmark Countdown to Christmas Movie #1 Review: Christmas Wishes & Mistletoe Kisses
In this single mom hired to decorate a rich man’s family estate flick, the flames of holiday love could toast nuts. Little Max, the son, steals the screen with his cuteness. And hello Donna Mills from Knots Landing! Girl, what face cream are you working?!? Looks like you are going to be Max’s Glammy after telling your son to get the girl. 👍🏻 I give this a 10/10 because they kiss, and it snows on them.
Reasons
What are your reasons for getting up in the morning with a smile on your face? What are your reasons for not giving up during the toughest times? What are your reasons for being you? Only you get to answer these questions, a
nd that is a powerful thing.
I have three beautiful children. I have the love of a lifetime. I have family and friends, a close circle these days, and I can trust them to be there. I have a fulfilling career. And, I have a passion for writing, running, music, and veganism. I also have four, yes 4, wonderful dogs and two wooded acres in a community where I fit. All of this makes me smile each day, even on darker days.
I have not always appreciated my reasons to the extent I do now. There were times when things did not go as planned, and times when I made poor choices. I chose to find my way back, and I chose to leave behind what was not good. In this process of learn & burn, I found “the me” I was always meant to be. My reasons inspired me.
Here I am, uniquely me, following my passions. Before me is endless possibility and my reasons. Behind me is the regret and sadness I am not meant to carry forward. I write inspired. I wake happy. I stay healthy. Thank you, reasons. I love you.
Kelly Rogers 