PAD Day 19 – Cool/Uncool – Elvis Costello is His Icon

Elvis Costello is His Icon

He’s a bit uncool with his hair
falling over his black glasses
thick glasses floppy hair
shaggy and mussed and wavy.
He’s a bit of a nerd but
in a way he’s not.
He quotes things no guy
should ever know and read
but long ago it was the thing
Elvis Costello in jacket and jeans
with cummings in his back pocket.

I have a character I’ve styled after a nerdish Elvis Costello, kind of like he’s crossed with Zachary Levi from Chuck. And I picture him reading e.e. cummings or Dylan Thomas or something edgy. But he’s cool in an uncool way. And young Elvis Costello is really pretty much what I have pictured. And I might add that an older Costello is kind of sexy too….

April Cool

April means warmer weather
as the snow decides to settle
onto mountain tops one day
as I’m in shorts two days later
Up and down, the cold is here
then gone and summer sun shines
It’s a mixed up world in April
A bit of an uncool vibe.

The darn weather can’t make up its mind. Two weeks ago I was in shorts considering suntanning, then the next week I was in layers, bundled up because it was raining and snowing. Now we are back to more summery weather. It’s an odd year.

Kate

Positive Feedback, Springtime, and Being a Woman

So just the other day I found out that my grandfather read one of my stories here and told Mr. B that he liked it. While I know my grandmother reads some of my things occasionally, it surprised me to find out my grandpa did as well. Pleasantly surprising though. I mean, half or most of the time my parents don’t read what I write, for which I am partly glad. They know enough about me, they don’t need to know some of my other aspects. As it was, Mr. B wanted to know what I had written about so I was explaining some of the last pieces of flash fiction I had written, and he was making faces. Well, I had to explain that Under the Clock Tower gets interesting.  I’ll have to type it up so y’all can see.

So, no, I don’t always tell my parents what I write. Mel did mention, since she gave me the suggestion for how to continue the Clock Tower, that they (the writing group) was corrupting me. To which I replied, “Don’t worry, I’m already corrupted. You should see some of the stuff I’ve written that I share online only under an alias.” She burst out laughing, especially when I took her suggestion about the story.  Oh, being a writer means I have too much going on in my head, and half of it is not what I would call ‘nice’. It’s wicked, it’s bad, gruesome, disturbing, sexy, sexual, violent, and various other not nice things.  Hey, have you ever read of nice villains?

Well anyways, it was nice to get feedback from my grandpa. Then that same morning, a woman I know here said she loved reading my work. She reads it every morning before work while she drinks her coffee.  Wow. Thank you.  I know the ladies occasionally read my work since I post it on Facebook for friends to see, and I always get marvelous feedback from Mel, but out of the blue feedback is rather a gooey feeling.  Okay, honestly, positive feedback gives me a gooey feeling in general. Mrs. Austen always makes me smile when she posts something.

So, feedback = Nice

Then with it being springtime, there is so much inspiration going on. Oh my gosh. All the flowers and smells and birds and green things growing. It brings out a happier me. A more inspired me than winter. I have slipped out of my ‘burned out’ feeling. Thank goodness. And I have moved on to being more inspired.  I think PAD has given me a boost to write all kinds of things, not just sticking with stories and flash fiction.  I have had a lot of inspiration, even if I might groan at the prompt. Like yesterday’s haiku day. But even that turned out good.

Then the being a woman.  As Mel said after we were all gushing over the Outlander novels and Outlander the show, and Jamie, that we are women and the ‘sap’ is rising.  one thing said was  how the sex is really good in Outlander…. and the show. Really good on the show, people. Really good. And it’s really well written in the books. Not super erotic graphic, but just enough that you, or I, keep going back and rereading it. It’s that good.  I had talked to a woman the other day who had mentioned that she read the first three books and thought they were too steamy.  My inner thought was, hell yes, and thank goodness!  That’s one of the things that makes them so ridiculously good. And I don’t even feel it’s a guilty pleasure. It’s just a good read. Hey, I’m a sucker for romance novels, be it clean or a bit naughty…. or in some cases, really naughty.

Ah, springtime. Romance, love, sex and all things fertile start flowing. There must be something about it that we don’t even realize that we mimic nature.  So I have to say that yeah, spring comes along and anything girly and feminine is on my mind. And romance.  Lots of romance. And roses, and Hallmark movies.  I did my 31 days of femininity in October, but honestly, I probably should have done it now.  Lol.  I have stacks of romance books I want to read, or write. Heck, I am writing romance. I don’t share the romance with anyone because it’s terrible. Okay, it’s probably not that bad, but it has a lot of half starts. I’m still working on a story I started a month or so ago, and it’s actually turning out okay. I want to have one of my ladies read it when I’m done and get some feedback on my romance style.

So, there’s a ridiculously personal update. How is spring treating everyone else?

Kate

PAD Day 18 – Office – My Dentist’s Hotel Lobby

Hotel de Latour, Maubourg Paris. While nothing like the dental lobby, there is an air about it that is similar.

My Dentist’s Hotel Lobby

My dentist’s waiting room is like a hotel lobby
Filled with a classy brown sofa
So soft you could order a cup of coffee
and sit for an hour or two.
Soft music plays, mixing styles
while the receptionist, Rosemarie
answers the phone so classically.
She’s cute and perky and oh so sweet.
Then there’s the elegant artwork and the glass-pained
door of dark oak… a half French door.
It’s inviting like you could stay a while.
I wrote pages of verse while waiting.
I wrote sing-song poems.
I’d go back in a flash and just sit.
But I don’t mind seeing the dentist either.

I was really impressed with how cozy my new dentist’s office was. I really was relaxed as I sat writing for an hour, since I was early. I was able to enjoy the music, all styles, but softly played. And the table and sofa were like a hotel. I was kind of ready to order a cup of tea.

Then there is my doctor’s waiting room. It changed recently as it is in a clinic setting. I’m not happy. I miss the old one that was so wonderful.  I spend more time in doctor’s offices than any other office. But I loved my family’s company office. It was always bustling and busy. I remember going there and seeing family and friends and lots of people I knew. I loved that office two.  Miss it as well.

My Doctor’s Office Has Changed

I miss my old waiting room for my doctor
when it was open and bright and cheery
where the music was so perfect I wanted to stay
and read for a while and relax listening
to the receptionists type and check things in
and the door opened and I always glanced up

But now the waiting room is dark and dingy and full
of people I don’t like, that I have to sit too close to
and I feel claustrophobic and antsy
and I want to escape as my blood pressure rises
and it’s a miracle I leave sane.

At least the other waiting room is open for a different
doctor that I see once a year, thank God
because I will relish those few moments of waiting
where before I might have panicked
but now I find solace in the soft greys and oranges
Gosh I miss that place.

Kate

PAD Day 17 – Haiku – A Bevy of Haikus

Lilac

Lilac (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Lilac blooms above
scenting the air with perfume
a moon winks his eye

Apple blossoms fall
the wind tossing pale petals
Ah spring is near gone

Apple blossoms

Apple blossoms (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Rushing creek waters
bubble and burst forth happy
a piney wind blows

Waxing Gibbous Moon

Waxing Gibbous Moon (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The green lawn freshly cut
a sharp smell of green and new
Robins come to eat

Buzzing busy bees
go forth to buzz in flowers
the lilac sways here

Honestly, the thought of writing haikus today did not put me in a poetic mood. I go through phases where a haiku or two is on my mind. But for the most part, I have never had them capture my interest quite like CB Wentworth has been able to do. She is amazing with how she writes so many all the time. I am semi envious, other than for me, my poetic form is something else. So to each his own. I am glad that these haikus turned out so well. I was sitting out under the lilac after a walk and the almost waxing gibbous moon was visible. The smell of pines was like summer and just the way the lilacs waved overhead inspired me. Thank goodness. I was actually worried there as I was ready to put a pox on haikus.

I think walking is a great way to be inspired. If you are walking along a rushing creek with the smell of fresh mountain air blowing down on you, you get double points of inspiration. So a walk was clearly a need.

I hope others, if they are doing the PAD had luck with their haikus. I am excited to see what tomorrow’s prompt will be. It’s hard to believe it’s already the end of the 17th!

Kate

PAD Day 16 – Eateries – Nighthawk Breakfast Bar

Nighthawk Breakfast Bar

There’s a place in LA known as the
Nighthawk Breakfast Bar
Where it’s only a nighttime affair
From eight to two it’s breakfast there
With a very adult twist.
Milk infused with sugary things
and spiked with a bit of brandy
And maybe a stack of drunken French toast
Or maybe some benedict fries
All with fried eggs in a darkened haze.
Sit with your friends or a lover
ordering bacon towers and a stack
of sweet potato pancakes all drenched
reading the paper like it’s
Sunday morning so lazy and calm
as that hit from the 80s pumps
your blood up for the pear brandy
and challah spread with mascarpone.
A little bit rich a little bit wild
As you sit in the night eating pancakes
Who cares if it’s one in the morning,
It’s Sunday brunch somewhere.

So an actor I know just posted about a marvelous breakfast nighttime restaurant on Facebook and so far, everyone has been oohed and awed by what could be from this place. I so want to go. I love eating breakfast when it’s late at night. I’ve gotten breakfast for dinner when I went on a date with a guy, and there’s something so homey about it.
My grandparents love breakfast dinners. They are the best.

The title of this piece is actually the place and if you click this link HERE you can read the LA Times article.

While it wasn’t written for today’s prompt, I did write a piece about eating burgers at night which is Cheeseburger Hunger.

That one is a favorite of mine. So enjoy these fine eateries.

Kate

PAD Day 15 – Use Those Words

Robert gave us a list of words to use in a poem, specifically using at least four of the words in a poem. We could use all of them, but that was too ambitious for my tastes. The words were ‘flat, ring, lavish, vessel, paper, blacklist, gaudy, and tooth.’

lilac Syringa vulgaris in bloom

lilac Syringa vulgaris in bloom (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Tossed Lilac Blooms

The wind tossed the lilac blooms
like lavish paper flowers on the floor
Crumpled tissue paper on green carpet.
Now what was once maybe gaudy
is withering in the sunlight.
Lay them flat in a book
Pressing the rainfall scent
into the pages, until the crackled
petals fall into a heap on the floor
as you open the forgotten book
and realize you now have to
clean up scattered springtime.

I could not use blacklist or tooth, but every other word worked for either one of these poems. Ambitious in my opinion.
If She Said Yes

The ring is a vessel of his love
Told in lavish words of glitter
As sunlight approves this union
With a gaudy show of sparkles
On the flat white wall
Sign the papers and post the banns
And may way for a marked procession
Just so long as she said yes…….

PAD Day 14 – Time out – Three time out poems


Stop the Presses

Halt!
Stop the presses!
stop, Stop, STOP!
Now let’s take a moment
and shut down the machines
and make sure the story’s
just so.
No, I don’t need another
useless ad
but let’s let those stories
meld and think a bit
before the ink jams
onto the paper and we
can’t erase the noise
noise NOISE!
All that useless noise
everyone making a fuss.
Did you ever stop to think
that maybe that story
isn’t as important
as all the noise makes
it out to be?
So let’s just stop a minute
and let it muddle and meld
and maybe we might actually
have something good to print.

 

Take a Time Out Writing

Give me your pens and paper and go drink your cup of coffee
Because you need a break from writing
Your words are getting muddled and mixed
And your eyes are turning red.
You need to let it all go, and take a break instead.
Your stories won’t disappear, even though you think they might,
because your words are all there, always waiting to get out.
It’s okay to take a moment to not think.
Just inhale the rich smell of coffee and watch the steam rise.
Or maybe we should just make you a cup of tea.
Sit in the sun and stare out the window
and dream of new worlds you could write about tomorrow.
Because tomorrow is another day and you will have your words
to play back then. So don’t worry now. Just drink your drink
and dream your dreams and take a time out from writing.

 

Dating Out

I need a break, a timeout, a moments peace
from the thought of dating and boys and flawed men.
I’m disgusted with the whole sex, at least right now,
except for those ones that are sexy as hell
who live in books and know a thing or two.
They are the ones that know what they are doing,
and how they are going, and just living.
The real ones leave me guessing.
Sigh.

I could keep going on with this time out thing. Clearly I need a time out from a lot of things.The first poem came because sometimes whether it’s news or whatnot, we just need to stop. Stop from it all. And sometimes I need to stop writing. And I need to de-stress about boys. Men. Dating. Or lack of.

I could have timed out a lot of things. I feel like I need to keep going, but we’ll keep it to three.:) So nice of me.

Kate

PAD Day 13 – Last – Last Dance

Last Dance

It’s the last dance as the band begins to fade,
and the groom and bride have left long ago,
while streamers and confetti litter the floor,
and you and I spin around the dance floor.

The disco ball is spinning slowly flashing lights,
and Charlie’s eating another piece of cake,
while Janice takes off her heels and rests her feet,
we are all a little dead on our feet.

But I’ll spin you in your fancy dress,
and my bow tie is hanging around my neck,
while Brian’s cumberbund is hanging on a chair,
Brian’s resting in that open chair.

The band’s song is tired and losing steam,
but I’ll hold you a little longer more,
because this night is just for the two of us,
so let’s just dance, the two of us.

 

Last dances, last rites, last kisses, last moments… There’s so many last things. I kept having Frank Sinatra’s The Last Dance playing in my head today. One of my favorite songs. So many ideas, but nothing took off quite so much as thinking about a last dance of the night, when the band is playing a tired song. You know the kind. They are in movies and shows and they make the dancing seem tired and such, but I always find it kind of funny. And women are taking off their shoes because their feet are tired.  Guys look sexy in their tux, with the jacket off and a bow tie losened and hanging around their neck.  Women’s hair falling. It’s kind of cool.

Kate

 

PAD Day 12 – Serious/Silly – When We Were Young and Silly

Could there be anything more perfect than bookshelves full of books? Only being in a story that is crammed full, with all the nooks and crannies. One of the isles of the Ashland Book Exchange.

Good Wednesday morning allI! I was in Ashland, Oregon yesterday and while there I stopped in at The Book Exchange, a marvelous used bookstore, and one place I feel I must stop when I visit there. It doesn’t hurt that it’s kind of like a cave. I wish I would have taken pictures, but if anyone goes onto the website, you can see the interior. Or see the one picture above from their site.

While I didn’t find the second and third Outlander novels, nor Alice Through the Looking Glass, which was what I was hunting for, I did walk out with two other books I have been hunting for, for quite a while.  A.A. Milne‘s “When We Were Young” and “Now We Are Six“; two marvelous little books of nonsense and children’s poetry. Though honestly, some of it is so relevant to being an adult since I can now understand some things I didn’t as a child.

They were especially fun to find as they fit with the prompt for Day 12 of PAD – write a silly poem or write a serious poem. I think honestly they are not quite silly, nor not quite serious, but kind of in between.  So I hope you enjoy.

 

 

When We Were Young and Silly

I’m reading something silly in an A.A. Milne book
It’s rather sweet and charming with an old-fashioned look.
When we were young, but now we are six, is how it goes,
Those ages when life was simple and free as time flows.
Daisy teas and acorn cups, and rivers of milk and honey,
Of sandbox cakes so fancy, when time was warm and sunny.
The years were endless, time moving like a slippery snail,
Trudging through the months, waiting for Christmas without fail.
Now we are many more years than six could ever be,
I miss the simple and the silly in all the things I’d see.

And……

Bookstore Ghosts

The bookstore whispers in a somber note
of authors past and living ghosts.
Though the bustling of active sales
the quiet pervades each nook and fades.
A creaking floor alludes to others there
a turn shows there’s no one anywhere.
Each book calls you to touch and linger
to find those stories that are matches to tinder.
Burning you up with magic between pages;
how could black words on white make such changes?
Your life is not yours as you leave with ghosts,
Stacked up in tomes filled with dusty motes.

Ah, I think it turned out pretty good in the scope of things. I’m happy with it. And I was excited to be in Ashland, even if Mr. B was like one of the most impatient guys ever while I was in the bookstore. I could have easily spent an hour or three there.

Kate

PAD Day 11 – Defense – In Defense of Romance and More

In Defense of Romance

I see marriage and sex and companionship,
But where is the romance?
Where is the love of a gallant man
rescuing his fair lady from the scourge?
Where have all the heroes, cowboys, and knights
gone in this desperate world?
Where are the soft nights so moonlit
lovers walking hand in hand?
Why are we now falling into carnal knowledge
before the first kiss has sweetly touched
in a lingering moment?

I believe in romance and love
Before the bedroom
Before the clothes have fallen.
When there was the passion of just being
with another as friends and confidants.
There was a life shared before bodies joined.
Now there is so little left to be discovered,
as a modesty no longer exists
shattered by lacking morals
An impatience for something to strive to.
Impatience overthrows the anticipation
and the waiting is tossed to the bedroom
as the hurry for more is stressed before
the two have even learned last names.

Oh where is the romance of twenty and five years?
Where has it gone?

Seriously though, where has all the romance gone? I was listening to Extreme’s ‘More Than Words’, and the song is about how the words “I love you” were being used so flippantly and how now they don’t mean so much when you say them. So you need to do more than just say words that mean very little.

We live in an age where you ‘hook up’ first before you hardly know each other’s last names. I think about this in reference to Outlander (Sorry people, I love the books) and how Claire says she can’t marry Jamie because she doesn’t know his last name. Then she proceeds to introduce herself fully to him.

The poem below carries on the same theme of defending a lady’s honor and holding her dear. Oh where have all the cowboys, knights, and epic heroes gone?

Defending Knight

Defend me gallant knight with sword and shield
Your strength of arms is never concealed
Swoop down and rescue the damsel in distress
Her waving kerchief her love attests
To the heart you call her to be just yours
Protect and guard her from endless foes
You sir, are a courtly knight of the realm
With a broad sword and a polished helm
Your horse is the steed of legends so grand
The world is your to take and command
So guard your lady so fair of beauty
She’s your lady so do your duty
And protect her through the night and darkness
And keep her safe in your lover’s caress.

 

Again, I’m still in a Scottish laird defending his lady moment. Sorry people.

Kate