Imagine we all “climb the ladder of our being” and claim our sunshine within…truly as Ihsan says, it will be a miracle. There is so much power in the word. And so it is…
Have you ever talked with a six year old about writing? You would be astounded at the advice these kids can give you in a short amount of time. Most of the time, they teach me.
When I asked them a simple question, what do you know that good writers do? Here are their answers:
* Write, write, write. (My 86 year old father-in-law says so too.)
* think, think, think
* A writer’s work is never done.
* Never stop
AND MY ALL TIME FAVORITE:
* “Listen to the master.” When he first said it, he was looking at me. And then I reframed it and said, “Who is the master of your writing?” “And then he said with a resounding enthusiasm, “I AM!” So I refined it even more, “Listen to that still small voice.”
If you ever need advice on writing or anything in life, ask a six year old. They’re honest, and they haven’t been away from the true source for too long.
Have a happy Sunday, and may you write, write, write and heal, heal, heal. ~Namaste.
Poetry and food? Think about it. They are both guilty pleasures, so it stands to reason that they should definitely be in the same sentence. As I was doing my ponderings today, I thought what fun it would be to imagine these two together. So…first I did a list kind of poem of what would ‘color my palette” of food poetry.
Spicy Mexican food
thrills the tongue
lingering, but not sabotaging
teases enough to pant for another bite.
Icrecream
Creamy cold silk for ANY day.
soothes the throat
delights the taste buds
It’s very essence can shoot me back
to childhood
Big Red crème soda
Bubble gum delight
Fizzles and drizzles
Down my throat
For hot Texas days.
……MORE TO COME. It’s just the beginning!
And coffee…my magical treat for any day of the week gets its very own poetry style, An Ode
Oh coffee, of coffee
you’re wonderful stuff,
coffee oh coffee you
are wonderful stuff
you sooth me, move me, groove me.
Coffee snuggles with me and wraps its smooth brown blanket all around me, never wanting me to be cold. He’s a warm invitation and a smooooooth conversation. I can be myself with him. With him by my side, what else could I want?
(I realize it needs some work…but I’m putting it out there to let you know as Anne Lamott says, it’s okay to write the worst crap…it grows a great garden! The fact is…I’m writing! And you can too!)
WRITING PROMPT: What food would you write an Ode to? I can’t wait to read what you write!
Here is what an Ode is: The word ode derives from the Greek word meaning poem intended to be sung – in essence, singing praise. Odes use exaggerated language, taken to the extreme.
What ODES do to assist a Writer: Because Odes use extreme language, it allows a writer to overexaggerate and take things over the top…in other words, “LET GO.” Those who have trouble with their Inner Critic being too critical or get stifled in their writing can use an Ode to get out of the rut. It’s meant to be outrageous, even gaudy…and causes humor. Don’t we all need a chance to not take ourselves so seriously?
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