Today is the start of PAD (poem a day) through Writer’s Digest. This is the Chapbook challenge. I did it last year, writing as many sonnets as I could. This year I’m starting off the same way, writing a sonnet. Granted, I’m only one stanza in, but I have the vibe going. I guess playing around with iambic pentameter for some blank verse I did for an open reading my writing group did, has put me in the same mood to play with that form. I can think in that form easier than I did last year, and I hope that I will be able to write some sonnets.
However, I don’t have plans to stick with just that form. Thirty days of sonnets gets to be a bit much, so I hope to be able to share open verse or free verse or whatever as the month proceeds. I have two people in my writing group that have just now decided to do NaNoWriMo, to which I say, wow, late start… Sorry Dona and CP, I just don’t see how you are going do that, but I applaud anyone who attempts such a feat. I have never really had the desire to do so, though I suppose there is a tiny part of me that would like to actually be able to write a novel that fast.
But I’m actually quite happy with my poetry. Honestly, I never thought I would be writing more poetry than fiction. I have been reading Ada Limon‘s “Bright Dead Things” and Billy Collins‘s “The Rain in Portugal” and I am inspired to send out poetry to magazines, things I have never done. A part of me wonders if I could send off something to The Sun magazine, which would be cool. Or others. I have great hope to be published with something. And if I start with poetry, that’s cool. So, I need to start sending it out!
Does anyone have some places they would recommend sending to first?
So, November is starting off with all kinds of things going on. And what a gorgeous day it was here in the mountains. Such a perfect fall day that I mean, you could just revel in it. The trees are still covered in gorgeous color. I love it.
And now to finish the Cubs game… Come on Cubs!
Solomon’s Gold (solomon’s seal)7
Double Trouble (asters)
Rayed Disc (calendula)
Rainbow and Drops (columbine leaves)
Blue Bright (borage flowers)
Alien Flower (Nigella or Love in a Mist)
Holding Water (mum)
Smooshed (mushroom next to a small railroad track)
Up a Creek Slowly
Rusty Rays (rudbeckia)
Reaped (harvested winter squash and pumpkins)
Dill Burst (dill flower
This month has had me taking more pictures than I have most of the year. While I tried to pick favorites and things that would go well with poetry and thoughts, there were so many I didn’t use. Especially in the last few days because I had a plethora of images worth of posting. So, today, in honor of the end of the Write 31 Days challenge, here is a collection of images I didn’t use, but are so so pretty, I can’t not share them with you.
Thank you so much for hanging out with me this month for autumn pictures. You guys have been the best with your likes and viewing and such. You make it fun to take pictures again.
Sometimes it’s the really simple things in life that are beautiful. I was out snapping tons of pictures the other day and out under our pear tree, the dead leaves changed from yellows and oranges to brown. But it’s pretty shades of brown that have so much texture and simplicity in their scatterings over the ground. I had a hard time deciding which image I liked best, but of the three, this one with the blurred top and the slight greyness to the color, screamed, post me!
The falling leaves
Drift by the window
The autumn leaves
Of red and gold……
The color on the hills are predominantly yellow, green, and shades of a muddy ochre color that mixed with the rest, is rather pretty. The cottonwoods along the creek bank are yellow and the fallen leaves smell of this sticky sweet rotten smell that I love. It’s not really a bad smell, musky maybe. Like the smell of tobacco, it makes me hungry.
Up on the hills the big leaf maples are splotches of yellow, and the nubbly carpet of the black oaks are intermixed with the spikes of the pines. The mist invades and sinks through the trees, veiling them in a not so clear haze, at least it happens on the foggy days, like today was.
It’s mists and breaks in the sun and yellows and browns and spice and sweet….
I’m not terribly inspired with writing a lot, so for today, enjoy this very pink mum that is actually more purple in real life, but came out pink with my camera.
Sometimes a picture comes out more spectacular than I think it will. Today’s picture of a red oak leaf looks like the leaf is right on the glass! It’s kind of amazing how things turn out so perfect and you aren’t even trying, or well, you just don’t think it will be that way.
The colors on the trees has been so spectacular this year, but I have failed to capture enough of it, waiting till it is nearly twilight to take pictures, which does not help. Nor have I been inclined to take my camera out with me that much. But the black oaks are now turning on the hills and there is this fluffy, nubbly carpet of yellow ochres, and yellow browns, tans and various shades of yellow from them. It’s a warm feel.
This oak in the picture turns a lovely red…. then the leaves turn brown and hang on the tree half the winter. It’s rather nasty looking, but the red is especially stunning.
I robbed the Woods-
The trusting Woods.
The unsuspecting Trees
Brought out their Burs and mosses
My fantasy to please.
I scanned their trinkets curious-
I grasped-I bore away-
What will the solemn Hemlock-
What will the Oak tree say?
The Playboy rose has been flinging it up and rounding out the year with another round of blooms. The rose has bloomed several times this year, each flush more beautiful then the last. Roses in October, nearly November? It’s a rare treat. The color like the best can-can show. A flashy little number to liven it up a bit.
Can you tell I love my Playboy rose? We now have four plants. Heaven. I’m in heaven.
Ribbons of the Year-
Worn to Nature’s Party once
Then, as flung aside
As a faded Bead
Or a Wrinkled Pearl
Who shall charge the Vanity
Of the Maker’s Girl?
In fall, it’s common to wake up to lots of clouds with the threat of rain. I’m typing this on the 24th where the prediction of rain is at 100%…. It’s currently raining. I could have sworn there was only a 30% chance, but that is so far from what it’s doing now.
But some mornings there is this thick blanket of clouds, the mountains shrouded with mist and the cold wind blowing; yet in the east, there is this break, right over the mountains. Just enough of a break for the sun to come up a shining, dazzling diamond. Breaking through the mist, shining so bright through the pines, giving everything a golden glow to the otherwise cold morning.
Morning that comes but once,
Considers coming twice-
Two Dawns upon a single Morn,
Make Life a sudden price.
The grapes actually changed this year. Massive amounts of burgundy and red browns. I went on a leaf pressing binge after I saw all of the gorgeous color. I love how they trail along the fence lines and twist and color things up. The color of all things this year has been especially lovely. And some of it hasn’t even changed much. It’s a strange year. But I thought a little color was in order since we are getting another storm.
By some form of ‘luck’ we have gotten mutts in the hard squashes. Things that could be Hubbard or something type squashes. This year, the mutts are exceptionally pretty, this particular one being starry like. It makes me think of Don McLean’s “Vincent” song.
Starry, starry night
paint your palate blue and grey
look out on a summer’s day
with eyes that know that darkness in my soul…..
(a personal favorite song, though I prefer Josh Groban’s Version)