What Will I Flaunt Today?


What Will I Flaunt Today?

I think I’ll flaunt my old 1929 Royal standard typewriter

I wanted to type this post on my beautiful black upright

but then, I would have to scan the page

and upload it on to my computer

and post it as media or picture to insert.

But then you may not be able to read the post.

Because sometimes the type is a little light.

However, I cannot describe the joy I feel

when I plunk down my fingers

on the keys

that make that unique snapping sound.

 

and the bell rings when the carriage returns

to let me know

There is something to flaunt about .

 

Daily Word Prompt: Flaunt

 

My Mind


Mountain Scene

 

My mind drifts often
Like snow does in a winter storm
It takes short walks to get energized
When it returns
It reminds me of the sweet things in life

It does not allow me to think about the
Times of strife and suffering and of when
Sometimes my soul was not a soul

My mind escapes me occasionally;
It takes vacations to exotic places,
Where everyone is so relaxed,
They forget they exist.
What a wonderful feeling that can be sometimes.

My mind fills with imagination;
It questions the questionable;
It rejects the rejection;
Without exception.

My mind builds mountains
On the dessert.
Makes the moon smile sometimes,
And grows tiger lilies on the side
Of a lonely road to keep it company

My mind
Yes, it is quite unique
Inventive, and sometimes absent
From reality and the truth.

The Hair Pill


His boss was not pleased that he had come to the big presentation without preparing anything in advance. He forgot to shave and his shirt looked like he had slept in it the night before. Little did anyone know that he had not slept at all. His presentation was supposed to sell a product that has been approved by the FDA as a miracle hair growth pill. Finally someone has discovered the perfect combination of vitamins and herbs that guarantees hair grow almost immediately after taking it. Hard to believe, right? Well Harry decided that his presentation would be somewhat of a reality show. A show and tell about this miracle pill so he decided to try it himself. As it turned out the pill kept him up for two days. He was prepared in a way. He tried shaving many times the morning of the presentation but every time he looked in the mirror his beard and mustache grew back in. The pill had given him insomnia as well. He tried calling his boss to tell him about what had happened but could not reach him in time. He had no other choice but to walk into the presentation room looking like wolfman. Harry set up his laptop and started explaining how the product works. He had recorded a series a clips that clearly showed when he shaved as he set up a clock in the background. He pointed out the time and the members of the meeting could see he was telling the truth. Harry’s boss congratulated him. Unfortunately, no one would backup the product. No one wanted hair at the cost of loosing sleep and having to shave every five minutes.

This is in response to prompt posted on Today Author   https://wordpress.com/read/blog/feed/23173364

Thoughts on Poetry


“Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt,

and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.”

                                           –   Leonardo da Vinci

Magic Touch

“Love, the poet said, is woman’s whole existence.”

                                          – Virginia Woolf

Wet Hibiscus

“Poetry, she thought, wasn’t written to be analyzed;

it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without understanding.”

– Nicholas Sparks

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“Poetry is Life;  life is Poetry”

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Melba Christie

what is a poem?


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A poem is defined as expressive language. It is an art form that allows for free verse. Poems are musical and rhythmic and uses sounds and imagery to convey meaning. Poems use metaphors and similes and they can create a very intimate conversation between the poet and the reader.

The following is a poem about poems.

Poems are words a poet collects

to convey messages hard to forget

or to tell a truth so there are no regrets.

Poems are stored in the heart and soul

of poets waiting for their muses to call

Poems flow like rivers through the mind

and words can be sweet and sometimes unkind

And if there is a cause

that needs to be fought

A poem can manage

and never be caught

without a deep thought

to stimulate thinking

elevate the spirit,

and comfort the soul.

 

Melba Christie at Poemattic

Poetry Poetry (Photo credit: V. H. Hammer)

A poem is defined as expressive language. It is an art form that allows for free verse. Poems are musical and rhythmic and uses sounds and imagery to convey meaning. Poems use metaphors and similes and they can create a very intimate conversation between the poet and the reader.

The following is a poem about poems.

Poems are words a poet collects

to convey messages hard to forget

or to tell a truth so there are no regrets.

Poems are stored in the heart and soul

of poets waiting for their muses to call

Poems flow like rivers through the mind

and words can be sweet and sometimes unkind

And if there is a cause

that needs to be fought

A poem can manage

and never be caught

without a deep thought

to stimulate thinking

elevate the spirit,

and comfort the soul.

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Questions about the writing on the walls


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Writing on walls

always warrant some questions.

Why deface walls at all?

Have you no canvas as tall?

For whom exactly is your message intended?

Ask me why I feel offended?

Graffiti? Really?

Did this place not inspire ease?

Who do you think will be pleased?

I for one am sad that nothing

is left to the imagination.

Were you looking for inspiration?

This was such a zen place.

Now the Coqui feels disgraced.

No one can concentrate on its sweet song at night.

The distraction is too great.

What does it say anyway?

Nothing that means something to me?

So you see

the writing was not on the wall afterall.

*I love art.  I respect all art forms. I support freedom of expression. What I hate is when such serene and beautiful natural spaces are obstructed or defaced.

* The Coqui is a small cricket indigenous to the Island of Puerto Rico.

Originality


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Writing can be the most fulfilling activity. I know that it gives me great satisfaction and pleasure. The fulfillment augments when someone tells me that my poems inspire them or have made them look at things from a different perspective.

All of us want to be acknowledged and praised for our work even when we do not consider it work. For me writing helps me release tension. I learn. I think and I am inspired to read the work of others so that my writing becomes more meaningful.

But I also want to be creative and original. I want people to say, “This is unlike anything I have ever read before.” Perhaps this is not realistic but should it be the poet’s or writer’s goal.

Since my retirement a little over a year ago I have pondered the idea of originality. What does it mean to be original? I started watching more movies on Netflix and TV shows and looked for originality. I found some that seemed original but many that had repetitive story lines and themes. For example, many of the new reality shows promote competition and require people to either spill their guts out about their personal lives or ask them to do outrageous things like eat bugs or wrap snakes around their necks. Original perhaps but not anything that will remain memorable I do not think.

Movies made for TV usurp most cable channels and many even say that the screenplays are original. Some producers claim the stories are real life. So I guess that makes them original.

I looked up some quotes about the idea of originality. Therefore, I am not being original by quoting these thoughts or concepts here but I do hope to get some original feedback and opinions about what originality is or should be.

My drawings and photographs are original. My poems are original. My problem is that I want to be extraordinarily original. Please send me your comments and thoughts.

Here are the quotes:

 

“What is originality? It is being one’s self, and reporting accurately what we see.”  – Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

Great works of art “are not the product of single and solitary births; they are the product of many years of thinking in common, of thinking by the body of the people, so that the experience of the mass is behind the single voice”

Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Quoted in http://web.mit.edu/comm-forum/papers/alfrey.html

“Originality as a part of the big picture, where everything else is balanced and in place, can be a wonderful and valuable thing indeed. When it has a definite purpose to express something that cannot be done by conventional means it is special, and those types of innovations are far more effective, powerful and beautiful.”  Tom Hess quoted from http://tomhess.net/Articles/Originality.aspx

 

” Originality can come only from what you bring of yourself to your story. In other words, originality is not a function of your novel; it is a quality in you.”

Donald Maass

Quoted from http://writerunboxed.com/2009/04/01/what-is-originality/

 

“The merit of originality is not novelty; it is sincerity.” – Thomas Carlyle

 

“Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: because if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it.”

~C. S. Lewis quoted in http://undiscoveredauthor.wordpress.com/2010/01/31/quote-c-s-lewis-on-originality/

 

“Seems to me – if I was an author, I would want to try for a title that was just a tad more original…..Just saying….”

– Quoted from http://cataids.wordpress.com/2012/03/28/originality-in-titles/

 

“What does it mean to be original with your art? Can you truly be original when you follow the wisdom of those who preceded you?”- Patrick Ross

Quoted from http://artistsroad.wordpress.com/2011/07/06/creativity-and-originality/

 

“Poetry demands originality. It is, however, unfair to expect brand-new poets to produce fresh, original work all the time—even the most seasoned poets struggle with this task. Poets often find that they must first imitate what has come before them—by reading the work of others and by imitating the work that inspires them—until their own unique voice begins to come through. And by honing the craft through dedicated practice, a poet develops his or her own style.”

http://writersrelief.com/blog/2008/03/fostering-originality-in-poetry/

 

Here is my concept of originality in a painting I made a few years ago.

 

OriginsMelba Christie (C) 1993

 

 

 

I had a dream that I had been a guest at 27 rue de Fleurus


I had a dream that I had been a guest at
27 rue de Fleurus

I had a dream
That I had been a guest at
27 rue de Fleurus

Picasso, William Carlos Williams,
Matisse and a few others happened
To drop by.

Oh my!
I felt like I was in heaven.
I asked Matisse to look at one of my portraiture paintings
The one I called exotic lady.
Not a resemblance of me. I think.
He stared at it and did not say a word.

But Picasso approached with caution
and I stepped back to let him
get a good view
and he smiled.

Oh wow!
I did not want to awake.
I wanted the dream to last
So I could speak to Carlos
And ask him about his epic Poem Paterson
This is the town where I taught for many years
I told him.

The place where “everyone has roots”
I believed that “every child is an artist”

I asked him what he thought about his Paterson today
He did not respond but my heart
knew the answer.

27 rue de Fleurus
was a beautiful place
I was in awe of the art
Overwhelmed with the culture
And the echoes of great thoughts

Oh my!
It’s time to get up
Or I’ll be late to work.

Melba Christie 2014

27 Rue de Fleurus

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12 Favorite Quotes to Write by in 2014


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I found an old notebook as I was trying to give some order to the stuff that is stored in the attic. I always sit as comfortably as possible when this happens because I end up reading the whole notebook in remembrance of things past.

These are quotes I had jotted in some entries and they added up to twelve of my favorite quotes about thinking and writing. Most of them are by my favorite poets and writers. I decided I would use them to remind me of what will be most important throughout this brand new blogging  year.

I hope you find some worthy of adopting for your use.

1. “A poem is never finished only abandoned.”

– Paul Valery

* I found a few poems I abandoned and will work on them again.

2. “As for style of writing, if one has anything to say, it drops from him simply and directly, as a stone falls to the ground.”

– Henry David Thoreau

3. “The act of writing is the act of discovering what you believe.”

– David Hare

* This has been so true for me personally.

4. “When everyone is against you, it means that you are absolutely wrong – or absolutely right.”

– Albert Guinan

5. ““Every secret of a writer’s soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind, is written large in his works.”
– Virginia Woolf

*Her life too.

6. “How do I know what I think until I see what I say.”

–  E. M. Forster

7. “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you”

– Maya Angelou

8. ““Delay is natural to a writer. He is like a surfer — he bides his time, waits for the perfect wave on which to ride in. Delay is instinctive with him. He waits for the surge (of emotion? of strength? of courage?) that will carry him along.”

– E.B. White

9. “If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.”

– Emily Dickinson

10. “Better than a thousand hollow words, is one word that brings peace.”

– Buddha

* I try to write with this purpose.

11. “To live a creative life we must first lose the fear of being wrong.”

– Joseph Chilton Pearce

* Fear does take over sometimes. It is usually the fear that was instilled in me by my seventh grade teacher. I always her voice inside my head. “Be clear and precise and for heavens sake be careful with your grammar.

12. ““There is something delicious about writing the first words of a story. You never quite know where they’ll take you.”

– Beatrix Potter

* I loved her books as a kid.

Happy Blogging!

Melba Christie

 

 

 

 

The Life of a Poem


The Life of a Poem

 

by Melba Christie

Strong tree

A poem is born unexpectedly

from a dormant state

and erupts like a volcano

ready to inject its new batch

of thoughts into unsuspecting minds.

 

It grows old slowly

to our delight

feeding the hearts of new generations

with feelings and emotions

never felt before.

 

It only succumbs

when ignorance

and insensitivity

prevails.

 

Once it collapses

into a deep slumber,

so too dies the poet

and the muse

that brought it to life.

 

There is a Paradise of Words



Paradise of words

There is a paradise of words
brilliant, exceptional, enchanted
Some still unimaginable
Full of pleasures beyond feeling
to be owned by only a few of us
who understand their delight 
and the sensation words bring to the soul
words meant just for you or me
perhaps intentionally 
on purpose

I love all words 
I love when they decide to dwell inside 
my heart and mind
but most especially
I love the adjectives

I love words 
when they finally find each other
and mesmerize the poet
captivate the playwright
court the novelist
or muse the songwriter

I love the words that question
the impossible, the self, the irrational

I know I may never meet you all 
or feel your intensity and strength
or understand your significance
in my lifetime

But my vow today:
is to seek you
attract you to my poetry
and love songs
so that hopefully
I am remembered.

what is a poem?


 

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A poem is defined as expressive language. It is an art form that allows for free verse. Poems are musical and rhythmic and uses sounds and imagery to convey meaning. Poems use metaphors and similes and they can create a very intimate conversation between the poet and the reader.

 

The following is a poem about poems.

 

Poems are words a poet collects

 

to convey messages hard to forget

 

or to tell a truth so there are no regrets.

 

 

 

Poems are stored in the heart and soul

 

of poets waiting for their muses to call

 

Poems flow like rivers through the mind

 

and words can be sweet and sometimes unkind

 

 

 

And if there is a cause

 

that needs to be fought

 

A poem can manage

 

and never be caught

 

without a deep thought

 

to stimulate thinking

 

elevate the spirit,

 

and comfort the soul.

 

 

 

A poem is created with lots of care

 

A poet knows

 

no coincidence there

 

the words embrace

 

emotions and fears

 

to make us so happy

 

we can burst into tears

 

 

 

What is a poem?

 

you tell me.

 

for me it’s all that I see

 

smell, hear, taste

 

and touch

 

and everything life offers me

 

that I love so much.

 

 

 

By Melba Christie (c) 2013

 

 

 

 

 

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A poem inspired by inspirational titles of poems that inspired my life


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I have continued to ponder about what inspires me and what inspires my writing. Sometimes what inspires me is a simple line in a poem or narrative. Sometimes it’s the title of a poem. Some poems stay with us forever. You may have read them just at the most proper moment in your life. Maybe a teacher read it in a way you would never forget it. The poem that follows is a poem inspired by inspirational titles. (At least to me they were inspirational.)  There are hundreds of others I can cite. The titles have been italicized. You may recognize some of the poets. Do not forget I love your comments. Please let me know what inspires you to write.

It’s all I have to bring today

can you tell what it is?

it’s …

The Look 

you say,

well by the way you’re right.

I could not stay away

so I took

The Road Not Taken

by the others for

fear of rejection.

Our love is unique

Now and Forever

in Dreams

and in all the hours of the day

The Layers

of moments spent

making it work

Our love, my love is here to stay.

When I Consider Everything that Grows

I know

that nothing is impossible

because …

there are always Miracles

to count on

Oh Me! Oh My!

Life is good!

Source: Poets.org

Poets Cited: Shakespeare, Whitman, Dickinson, Hughes, Frost, Teasdale, and Kunitz. 

I would love to hear from you about what inspires you. 

A Find in the Attic


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A FIND IN THE ATTIC

As I rummaged through boxes in my attic, as I do every spring, my goal each year is to clear out as much as possible. But somehow I end up keeping most of the things. It is always like a journey into my past and many of the things I keep there have sentimental value.

I came across a small cushioned wooden box. I was intrigued because I had forgotten what I had put inside the box. When I opened it I found my late nephew’s letters written to me so many years ago. I cried. I unfolded the first piece which did not have a date on it. I read; I cried and later on, I found the envelope folded away at the bottom of the box. The date stamped on it was March 19, 1974. I cried again. The letter was prophetic. As they say hind sight is always 20/20. I was pregnant with my first child at the time. So I must have been just as emotional when I read it the first time. I never would have imagined that the letters would be the last conversations we had with each other. Our letters were long conversations. It was too expensive to communicate by telephone and so we wrote to each other quite often. I miss letter writing. We talked about nature, music, politics, human suffering and the future. He was sensitive to what was happening around him as he was stationed in the army as a paramedic. He hated injustice and violence. He often wrote songs about it. He played the guitar without ever having taken a class in his life. He had a beautiful soul.

Although he was my nephew and logic dictates that I as his aunt would have been a lot older than he, I was just two years older. We were more like siblings. So, we shared many things and our favorite topic was poetry. He was very creative and loved to write poems too. In his letters he always included a short poem and in the closing of the letter he would write, ” I will keep writing them as long as you keep reading them.”  I hope he knows that I have never forgotten his poems.

I want to share a small snippet of what he wrote in this particular letter. Here it is:

“Your dreams are yours alone

and creative thoughts become

your energy and life are prolonged

through words spoken and unspoken

so dream on

and you will be eternal

in someone’s life.”

I will end this post with a Forrest Gumpism: “And that’s all I have to say about that.”