Bright-eyed young girl, Curious and crafty, Let’s start a project and learn to crochet. Tiring quickly, She abandoned the lesson. She couldn’t see past the first stitch- Obsessed with chains, with growing taller, The neverending line of connection So easily unfurled. Chains, chains, chains. Chains everywhere and every day. Quickly and carefully created by this crafty girl And unraveled even faster, The impermanence of childhood Displayed through her repetitive ritual. She lost interest as quickly As any other once-inspired child, And many years without crocheted chains passed Before a spark of inspiration woke her from her daze. Timid hands picked up threadbare yarn, dusted with age. Fingers moved as if possessed, Creating chains came so easily And her inner child was elated by the familiarity Of her once daily routine. The desire to unwind, to unfurl Pulled so strong within her, But the necessity To create, to give life, to build something that matters Overcame all else. She kept making chains. She made chains and then kept working. She kept building on the foundation To create something strong Something useful Something beautiful for herself. For herself, she kept creating.
Inspiration
Where We Came From
Let’s reminisce
About the days
When we were old enough
To know better
But young enough
Not to care.
When we spent
Our hard earned money
On temporary satisfaction
Gone as soon
As they’d been obtained.
Liquid courage
To get us through
The days to come-
And the only things
We have to show
For our mistakes
Are the friendships
That made us stronger
And the lessons
We’ll never forget.
City Lights
Everything glitters
From motion
From life.
Watch the world
Move around us
As we sit in silence
Thinking about time.
The time when
We discussed the page
We were on
In the book
Of our relationship,
And we ageed
On page 314.
Or when we drove
Through the night
Straight ’til morning
And we struggled
To stay awake together
But pulled through
To watch the sunrise.
We’ve seen so many
Sunrises
And sunsets
And city lights.
And here we are
Watching the lights blur
Past us in a flurry
As we sit
Picture perfect
With my head on your shoulder
And your arm around my waist
Pulling me close
Holding me tight
Forever frozen
In this moment.
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Warmth
You are irresistible with
Those thoughtful eyes
That shadowed smile
And the way you say
“I love you.”
A treat.
Comfort.
I’m drinking you in
Like a warm mug
Of lightly sweetened tea
On a cold winter day.
Cuddle up with me
Like a weighted blanket.
Warm my body
My mind
And my soul.
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Wanting To Be Alone
I’m holding on to you,
My dear,
I’ll never let you go.
But what if space
Is what I need? I may be
Here, physically,
But my presence isn’t present.
I love you
Don’t you love me?
Yes, but I
Love myself more.
Alias
Always running from one mission to the next
Looking for the dangerous radicals across the globe
I change my name, I change my face, I move from place to place
And using my training to apprehend suspects
Soundly do my job to save the world.
The World was My Oyster but I Didn’t Know How to Cook
“The World Was My Oyster but I Didn’t Know How to Cook” was the absolute best book that I could have read at this point in time in my life. Why? Because Christy Potter showed me how to be thankful for what I have, showed me which authors I need to know and recognize, and reminded me of the small things that I should never forget, and instead embrace. Full of inspiration in the form of short essays, short stories, a couple photo journals, interviews, etc. that will make your heart sing with creativity and put life back into your seemingly colorless day.
Christy Potter is an amazing and honest writer that will make you feel the changing of the seasons as they progress on paper. She pays homage to respectable writers that deserve recognition for their craft including, but not limited to: Edgar Allen Poe, Dr. Suess, Lois Lowry (also conducted an interview with her), and C.S. Lewis (who she affectionately refers to as Jack). The way Christy Potter talks about writing is incredibly inspirational. She’s an encouraging writer that convinces her audience to do what they truly enjoy doing as an individual. Some of my favorite chapters were when she talks about the different quirks of various writers, her interview with Lois Lowry, and a narrative essay called “Christy Goes to England: Searching for Jack” that gave me chills, and “To my unconceived child on Mother’s Day” that left me with a tear in my eye.
This book made me realize how out of touch I’ve been with my greatest hobby: reading. And it has inspired me to set goals to write more, attend book readings or even join a book group, take more pictures, read more great authors that I have yet to experience, learn and grow, spend more time in libraries, go abroad, and most importantly to realize that inspiration is everywhere.
This book is an excellent read for anyone with passion, a creative mind or spirit, or a writer at heart. Easy to be read by anyone Young Adult and older to spark that creative match that may or may not still be lit within you. This book made me feel very passionate about the craft of writing and left me with only one question in regards to Christy Potter: why won’t you love her Philip Roth?!
10/10
Some of my favorite quotes:
“Everything interesting and creative has to be called a hoax at some point by those with limited creativity.”
“Poetry is one of those things that seems to frighten and fascinate people in turn. A bit like marriage, really.”
“If there’s ever been a mental image that has encouraged me to keep going with my writing, it’s Janet Evanovich burning all her rejection letters.”
“There is such beauty in how uninhibited we are before the world teaches us to be inhibited.”
“The time I spend writing, or gardening, or sculpting, or playing my flute, are the moments that define me. They are the times when I am myself the most. I’m done fitting my art into my schedule. It’s time to start fitting my schedule into my art.”
May Day Announcements!
- Yesterday was the last day for NaPoWriMo. It was so much fun! I successfully completed 30 poems in 30 days and completed all of the prompts (even though not all of them were completed on the exact day). What’s that you say? There was no poem for day 29? *Gasp* Okay, I decided to keep that one for myself. I wrote a poem that I’d like to give to someone special, and I know they frequent my blog to see what I’m up to, so I figured I’d just keep it private for right now. Maybe I’ll post it after I give it to aforementioned special person 😉 ! My personal goal was to do the consecutive 30 days with a poem for each day, but I made it 19 days in a row! Did you participate in NaPoWriMo? How did you enjoy it? Send me a link to your favorite poem that you did and I’ll be sure to check it out if I haven’t already 🙂
- I created a blog related email address! I’ve been thinking about doing this for a long time and I finally decided to create one. Please feel free to send me comments, suggestions, any stories or poems of yours that you might like opinions on, or even if you just want to chat! I’ll take requests for poetry when possible, or we could even do a collaboration together if that’s something that you’d be interested in doing. Feel free to send me anything you’d like to share. I find it difficult to communicate with you wonderful people through wordpress because my computer takes forever to load my comments, so I don’t respond to nearly as many people as I’d like to. You can reach me at tipprtamara@outlook.com (I’ll put my email address in the sidebar as well 😉 ).
- Lastly, I’ve mentioned before how much you guys mean to me, but I really would like to say it again! You guys inspire me with your stories and it touches my heart when you leave comments about your personal life and how certain words or phrases brought you back to a different time in your life. I love hearing these types of things and you guys really keep me inspired to keep writing and follow my dreams! You are all very wonderful people and I hope I’ve touched your lives as much as you have touched mine!
Sorry for the wall of text, I tried highlighting the main parts of it. Thank you for your continued support. I look forward to hearing from you!
Steam
Steam
Comes with
Passion
Friction
Heat
To fuel
Create
Give life
Motion
But what happens
When it runs out?