Two Kids and a Crawdad
Sun-shot shadows of skitter bugs, on moving amber water,
Our pant knees rolled, our cold wet hands touch
as we pry that biggest rock,
We turn the rock. Mud spurts up
and scooting over our toes, he glides
beneath another rock.
We scream, step back and trip with icy splash,
becoming, briefly, part of
pebbled sunshine, mud,
Colors in oceans,
indigo, turquoise, grey, jade,
We look there first. Search
deep who the person true is.
Gaze those windows. Know.
lilting chatter, laughs,
mellifluous, wet mud roads,
colored skirts, white smiles. – NinadeSusOjos
Baskets on their heads,
hair flows down like lava streams,
colored skirts swing to ankles. – NinadeSusOjos
Jewels nestled in green,
speckled jungle glimmers POP!
Soft and solid, curved,
ski-jump nose, small rosebud lips,
chubby, changing. Joy.
“I shouldn’t have to be in the mood to write. I shouldn’t have to take my emotional temperature to see if inspiration is pending. I want to simply write. No negotiations. Good? Bad? None of my business. By resigning as the self-conscious author, I write freely.” – Julia Cameron
Self-consciousness is killing. Self-conciousness is creative death. Self-conciousness is also the death of joy and free-spiritedness. Self-conciousness is also the death of being able to take good photographs of people. – NinadesusOjos
Love of Learning Haiku #3
Thirst for wide knowledge,
slaked, then surging once again,
all through life. Wisdom.
Haiku #8. “Goodbye”
Dread word! Don’t say it.
Hurts too bad again. Shut up.
Pretend that this is normal.
“The greatest thing a human soul ever does in this world is to see something, and tell what it saw in a plain way.” – John Ruskin
“Even before I knew how to read and write, I made up stories.” – Beverly Barton
“As writers, we have to train ourselves to notice what is around us, and understand how it relates to the world.” – Andrew Mc Aleer
“Reading great fiction is like taking a writing workshop from a master for free.” – Cinda Williams Chima
“When you sell a man a book, you don’t sell just 12 ounces of paper and ink and glue, you sell him a whole new life. Love and friendship and humor and ships at sea by night. There’s all heaven and earth in a book.” – Christopher Morley
” It is all the same, drawing, painting, modelling, the irresistible desire to copy any beautiful object which strikes the eye. Why cannot one be content to look at it? I cannot rest, I must draw, however poor the result, and when I have a bad time come over me it is a stronger desire than ever, and settles on the queerest things, worse than queer sometimes. Last time, in the middle of September, I caught myself in the back yard making a careful and admiring copy of the swill bucket, and the laugh it gave me brought me round.” – Beatrix Potter on her own drawing and painting.
I feel the same way, not about drawing and painting, though I wish I could (!), but about WRITING and PHOTOGRAPHY!