I Suppose I Do Get Weary

The weather outside may look peachy keen,
but inside my soul has been set aflame
by the lightning of the storm that deals out rain
in waterfalls that flow into the river of my veins.

My weak heart.

Oh my weak heart that’s worn out from constant pain.

I suppose I do get weary.

I get weary of the advice from others thinking they can save me from the ache,
thinking that lectures they read somewhere will guide me in the right direction.

They don’t know.
They don’t know that this is familiar territory and I’ve walked this neighborhood time and time again.
They think they know from text, but I already know from experience,

and man do I get weary.

But I’ll smile that smile, nod that nod and laugh that laugh to keep it all down.

I’ll keep it down until it drowns in that river
Or until it burns out into ashes of black and silver.

 -Deneé J.
 

I forgot to mention…

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I finished Camp Nanowrimo! 🙂

Granted, I set my word count goal to 25,000 instead of the 50,000 required for regular Nanowrimo in November, but still… I achieved something, haha! I’ve decided that it feels great to set a (realistic) monthly writing goal and surpass it, so I’m going to make it a regular thing. Perhaps 5,000 words a month? Possibly more, it depends on my mood. Well, I just thought you all wanted to know… even if you didn’t, here it is anyway. Have a great week!

Also, recently on my Book blog, Novel Reveries:

Soundtrack Saturday

Lisbeth Salandar (The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest by Stieg Larsson) meets Evanescence!

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Cheap deals on Kindle books that include Angela’s Ashes, Neil Gaiman, Sandra Brown, Sherlock Holmes and some great YA, Children’s and Romance books!

A Quick Ode to my Surrogate Abode: My Library

 I consider the library so much more than just a destination, it’s an experience and a portal. It has opened up worlds upon worlds of excitement that would have otherwise gone unknown to me. With books, audio books, video games, dvds, cds, and other paraphernalia, it is a cornucopia of information. My library has inspired me to start book blogs, including this one, and has inspired me to write more so as maybe someday I can open my world to others as well. I have sleuthed with Agatha Christie, and have taken trips through George R.R. Martin’s mind; I’ve trekked through the Shire and crossed through the Phantom Tollbooth; I’ve found that the Sun Also Rises and have learned the Importance of Being Earnest! Yes, my library has opened the doors of fascinating places, and will continue to do so for as long as there are stories to share.

-Deneé J.

It’s National Library Week!

Spread some love to your local library!

Caged Bird by Maya Angelou

A free bird leaps on the back of the wind
and floats downstream till the current ends
and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
can seldom see through his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.

Maya Angelou, 1983

(poetryfoundation.org)

Happy Birthday!

and Happy Poetry Month 🙂

Today, it rained

Rain pulls me into reverie
to bring me away from my harsh reality
Thunder shakes beneath my feet
Shaking the core
Jostling my soul
Clashing intervals most complete
Tink, Tap, Tlonk
Sweet small clatter of rain
Drops of random
The subdued pain
Light creates cracks
Bright flashes whitewash the sky
Rain forever
don’t let it die.

-Deneé J.

Writing Prompt #2 pt. 2

Part ONE here

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I point out the only other car in the small lot, and he drags me by arm.

A few minutes later, we’re winding down a back road full of run down farm houses and other places I’ve never deemed worth my time to travel to. I’m in the passenger seat and the thief, I now know as “Clyde NotMyRealName,” is driving with one hand and holding his gun on me with his other. The sirens were an apparent false alarm as we passed by the funky highway earlier, seeing that the police were just trying to control traffic. I’m not exactly sure what to do because, believe it or not, this is my first hostage situation so I shift in my seat to stare at him. He looks to be somewhere in his forties, with the definable features of scattered scruff along his jaw and a weird looking scar near his temple. He’s not all that bad looking, but really not all that handsome either; why he never considered wearing a mask in the store is beyond me. He doesn’t notice my scrutiny so I stare some more. And I stare. And stare. And–

“STOP IT!”

I seemed to have struck a nerve. This crosses out my idea to begin an award-winning chorus of “The Song That Never Ends,” and gets me thinking that perhaps I should try reasoning with him instead.

“If you take that gun off me and let me go, I’ll stop staring at you.”

Perhaps I should just keep my mouth shut. He gives me a confused side glance,

“How about I take the gun off you and you keep quiet.” Good enough, I think, and I give a nod. He tosses the gun to the backseat.

“It’s not loaded anyway.”

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Odysseus’ Farewell Speech

Here’s a little something I wrote a few years back after reading The Odyssey by Homer.

Alas, I can see, for the storm has cleared
Cleared me of sins and regrets
Hello to my homeland, gone for 19 years
Farewell to Danger and Death
So long to the memories on Calypso’s Isle
Good-bye to the blinded Plyphêmos
So long to Kirkê, Witch of beauty and trickery
Good-bye old rumors of Lord OdysseusTo my shipmates who all went down a blunder
Who fought through all their fears
May your memories forever more
Scorch my face in tears
Hello darling wife of devotedness
There were so many challenges you faced
Though being in doubt for 19 years
No suitor ever took my place

Thank you daughter of Zeus, Athena
My guardian god of war
You always prepared me by letting me know
exactly what I had in store
Leave me to rest Poseidon, my immortal enemy
Set me free of your anger and wrath
Note that what I did was for defense
So please set down your staff

My Son, my sweet Telemakhos
Haven’t seen you since you were ye high
I hope you are no longer clearheaded
And know what you want from life
To those unloyal men who courted my wife
When they thought I was dead and gone
Now slaughtered and off to Hades you are
Because I still remain strong

No more wet cheeks from disaster of before
No more Death walking through my door
No more ignorance and deceit from my men
No more wondering of my whereabouts from my kin

The time has come for a revolution
So I am here, after all these heart aching years
A reformation of Lordship is needed
While my Swineherd and Cowherd stay loyal here
My people stopped believing and stopped expecting my return
And they will learn to reap what they sow
Leaving all my perils and strives behind
It’s been a long trip, but I’m finally home

Alas, I can see, for the storm has cleared
Cleared me of sins and regrets
Hello to my homeland, gone for 19 years
Farewell to Danger and Death

-Deneé Jones