8/22-8/26 Object Writing

Foam light and fluffy. Colors galore. Lots of fun for children in store. A great tub activity, foam soap to play with. Easy way to convince a child to take a bath. Little girls like to make mermaid bikinis with the thicker foam. Lathers easily into soapy suds and rinses away quickly. My mom always buys anti bacterial Dial foam soap. The soft pink peach colored kind. In a slightly triangular bottle. Smells fresh and clean. Childrens bathtub foam often comes in aluminum cans like spray pant or old school gillette shaving cream, but skinnier. The children’s kind smells fruity.

Loud, blaring, deafening noise. Red lights, blue lights flashing in your face. The lights’ intensity equals the sirens volume. Cops are coming, better run & hide. An ambulance is coming better slow down & move to the side. Mythical creatures who lure you in with song. Deadly tantalizing. Beautiful women. Sirens signaling death or trouble. A red fire truck comes flying by, ignoring the traffic light to fight flames burning high. The smell of fire, and leaking gasoline. A mangled mess, and a body yet to be seen. The jaws of life swoop in to cut the man out. As police block the traffic. Lanes of automobiles merge into one, and all crane their neck to get a glimpse of the wreck. “What happened?” they wonder as they drive on by. Was it an accident or on purpose as only one car was involved. Not even raining so how did he swerve off the road? The flashing lights mix colors, the red & the blue. Purple blinking sky above, with a bright new star. Now that the emergency vehicles have arrived on the scene, they silence their sirens. You can hear the trapped man scream. Fighting for life.

Sunlight creeps through the slits in the thick white blinds. It pours into the dining room from the large bay windows. The cat slumbers silently in the warm puddle of yellow. Fresh cookies are baking, it’s three in the afternoon and the children are almost home from school. The smell of rising sugar and burnt up crumbs wafting throughout the house. Sunlight on a hot day outside beaming down on the Earth. Taking no pity on it’s prisoners, laboring away in the fields. Sunlight hidden behind clouds. Peaking through just enough to shed wide bands like flashlight beams down, the hem of God’s garment I call it. The smell of fresh mown grass and summer rain on the ground, only just starting to dry in the sunlight strolling out from behind the clouds. Sunlight smells of childhood memories. These days it always seems to rain. To describe sunlight to a blind person I would say it is warm. Smells like coconuts and suntan lotion, possibly banana scented. But it also smells like the cookies I mentioned fresh baked by mom each afternoon post school, prior to extra curricular activities like dancing and piano. Sunlight warms the cold tile floor in winter. A natural heat, that costs no money, now used to power things-solar power-for cheaper.

Creepy, crawly, slimy creature. Long and thin, slithering about all agile. Silent, quieter than a mouse. Molding to it’s surroundings to overcome every obstacle. Slow but steady, inching forward. Seeing what lies forward and behind.

Contagious. Happy, a smile on everyone’s face. A frown turned upside down. A fantastic ab workout. Laughter makes the world go round. Like music, it is a universal language. Even more so, because every country laughs the same. People, however, don’t. Each laugh as unique as the individual itself. No two alike, even twins it sets apart. Laughter heals the soul. It stitches it back together again. It mends emotional wounds. Laughing a jokes till you roll on the ground in tears. Intimate moments you share with one glance at your best friend. Forced chuckles at you’re bosses lame comments to stay in his good graces. Laughing is healthy! It produces endorphins. The opposite of strife. Bringing people together. Unifying through a common interest. Laughing can be mean though. Laughing at a persons’ insecurities, weakness, or failures will never be okay! Laugh with, not at. Laughing tastes like sunshine & rainbows. It smells of burning leaves, fresh baked cookies. It sounds like a rainstorm with thunder and lightening. Even dogs laugh with their tails. Laughing is for all ages, it keeps you young! It tenses up then relaxes the muscles. Laugh til you cry, until the day that you die. It pays to be happy. You are more content when you can learn to laugh at yourself.

American Dream

A white picket fence
& grass that was green
A wife to clean a mess
was every mans dream

A two story house
and a car that runs
and lots of land
to make use of their guns

American dream
what does that mean
to each his own
lest no one can groan

Two kids at home
one boy and one girl
a cat and a dog
that chases the squirrels

A pasture with cows
for fresh warm milk
and hens that lay eggs
& crickets that chirp

A wood floor that creaks
a tin roof up above
A household not perfect
but a home filled with love

American dream
what does that mean

8/15-8/19 Object Writings

Cold, hard, sturdy. Perfectly balanced as if by magic. Symmetrical like simple bust or asymmetrical like a horse on reared up on it’s two  hind legs, or two football players in motion, one kicking, the other going in for the tackle. Many colors, but typically metal. I prefer the brushed nickel color. Casting shadows for pigeons in the sun, while standing unflinching in the pouring summer rain. Surviving floods & hurricane force winds. Preserving history in 3-D form.

A tiny fish with a fat belly that seems to always be pregnant and spitting out infinite babies! An anxious little fish always swimming about. Light in color, somewhat see-through with a silver shimmer to it. Male guppies are the show stoppers. With their colorful fanned out tails & prominent dorsal fins. No wonder they keep all the ladies knocked up. Only joking. Unlike most sea creatures, they don’t have a very distinct smell, probably because they are so small, their odor is simply not as noticeable. However, forget to clean their bowl for a while & that smell becomes foul! Some people put plants in their bowl of water as their excrements will act as a fertilizer. Colorful clear marble rocks found at the bottom of the bowl, pearlized on the outside, like the fish’s glimmering scales. Odd to touch all slimy but also rough like a cats tongue. Better not to touch them with your hands! Using a small green net to catch them and place them in another bowl while you clean their current one. A couple of drops to sterilize the water for them. Only sprinkling a few tiny brown pebbles atop the water at a time for them to eat. I have a friends with a miniature black yorkie that happens to be named guppy. As the couple both wears predominantly black clothing she often gets lost in their laundry piles. Too cute. Soft and cuddly, always licking your face with love, lots of tail wagging. Soft little weak barks she cries out for attention, while the guppy fish remains a silent pet, making no noise for it’s owner

Old fashioned pulley, made of wood. Strung with thick ropes controlling the curtain from backstage. The carpeted theater with red velvet chairs covered in dust. Smells like an most things old, a library perhaps. As I stand center stage I can imagine the smell of fresh popcorn popping in a kettle on a wagon with clear windows, smothered in butter and sprinkled with salt. Behind the stage the pulley does all the work. Controlled by a master stage hand. Hanging set backdrops. Raising lowering, opening and closing. The thick braided ropes wrapped around it.

Eraser, a way to take back your mistakes and start over, sometimes I wish there were erasers for life. Typically pink & oblong with pointed edges. Smells lightly of rubber when scrubbed hard enough against a surface. Never as good as new, however, always leaving residue.

10min-Wrist Watch
Wrist watch, round and analog. With roman numerals for numbers, made of cold metal, rose gold, silver, yellow gold, etc. The seconds quietly ticking by with the faintest sound. Steadily, more steady than a heartbeat even. Slowing down your breathing to hear the soft noise. Designer watches with clear wristbands & rhinestones in place of numbers, crystals strewn around the circumference. Attracting & reflecting light from the bedazzled surface. Digital wrist watches for athletes with buttons to set timers or stopwatches that beep. Back lit in cyan when another button is pressed so the time can be revealed in the dark. Black rubber band to attach the watch to the wrist. Divers’ watches with 3 extra little circles. Waterproof to a certain depth, the outer edge clicks when turned like a children’s wind up doll. Time should be managed and schedules are good, however, sometimes you just need to forget about responsibilities for a while, take a break & relax & a watch can help you do that as well, setting aside a certain amount of time to do this. Time is something everyone wishes they had more of! & it is easily wasted


Section with assonance rhyme & contrast:

Burning dried up Christmas trees
An annual bonfire by the sea
It happens every New Years Eve
There’s lots of delicious food to eat

We kiss our partner at midnight
As we cuddle up by the toasty fire
As we hang out we laugh some cry
Underneath the starry sky

New Years Eve
Turns New Years Day
A time for new
Old goes away


Hard, smooth briefcase with a small hinged handle. A light yellow-brown color. Smells of fresh leather. With a three digit code to pop the locks on either side. When open, crushed velvet inside. Soft to the touch. With netted straps to hold papers in place. Moving forward in time to a soft briefcase. Still leather, only this one is darker. With a strap to hang over the shoulder. Many pockets, it will stretch out. Filled with his first laptop and charging cable. A flap on one side to cover the pouches. Strolling through the airport, like a true business man. Guiding his family just as fast as he can, with children in tow. Hoping they don’t miss their flight to Disney World.

An odd orangish color, small and cylindrical. With a white safety cap, upon which directions stand in red to show adults the proper way to open it. Writing on the side of the description, doctor, and dosage. Medicine tastes icky when it is a chalky pill

Water freezes at 32 degrees Fahrenheit, 0 degrees Celsius, and 273.15 degrees Kelvin. Other objects can freeze at different temperatures. So why do we judge the temperature of “freezing” by the simple molecule made up of Hydrogen & Oxygen? To freeze isn’t just to be cold. It is to be stopped in time. When objects are frozen they are preserved for later. Take food for example, when frozen it remains as is until thawed to be consumed at a later date. Many ancient artifacts were discovered by being frozen in time. Freezing halts the aging process and preserves an items currents characteristics. This is why kids play “freeze” tag. Once tagged, the person must remain still where they are unflinching. A camera also freezes time as it captures an moment in one image. The memory preserved in a photograph for all eternity, or until the picture is deleted or destroyed. I lost my favorite childhood portrait in Katrina, but the picture is preserved in my mind until it rots out of my head. Frozen water doesn’t have a distinct smell, it turns a clear substance to a chalky white color. As if a clear glass window is glazed over by morning dew. Like smoke in the clear sky, barely showing what is behind, a hazy image. It tastes like nothing, as it melts to water in your mouth. Refreshing it is, however.

The knee is a mobile joint that takes a pounding as you run. The cartilage thinning over time & the bones grinding together. Athletes know this better than anyone. People like gymnasts who drill their legs into the ground landing each vault or flip. The knee is, however, useful. It allows you to bend your legs. Good for picking up objects, helps your lower back to be able to squat down and pick something up while keeping your back erect. The knee is one of the most complex body parts with all of it’s muscles, ligaments, tendons, & what have you. Easily injured, often bruised and scraped up by little kids (or adults as I can attest to). Little kids cry over their booboos, while the mother acts strong, even though inside she is dying a little bit her heart hurts for her offspring. knee skin is scarred

Shoes, protectors of the feet. The soles of the body. Leading the way. Keeping out gravel & shards of broken glass. Every color of the rainbow! Many smell like fresh leather!

A delicious meal at my memaw’s house. Soft and tender meat that falls apart easily. Drenched in dressing, all thick any juicy. Smells of holidays. Or cooked in soup with vegetables. Roasting marshmallows over the fire. The smell brings me back to childhood weekends at camp. Some like to catch their snow white marshmallows fully on fire and burn the outside to a black crunchy crisp. I just like to warm mine enough to melt in the mouth. Perfect for adhering chocolate to graham crackers. The smell of burning leaves. Roasting my frozen body, thawing it out on a cold New Years Eve, the annual Christmas tree burning on vacant lots after Katrina.

10min-Wedding Ring
A symbol of eternity, no beginning or end. A unifying bond between more than friends. Yellow gold, rose gold, white gold or platinum. Some guys like tungsten as it’s strong dark & manly. The ring is a status symbol, worn proudly. Signifying you are taken, and have no interest in pursuing another. When taken off, outside of shower or bedtime, is a possible warning sign of dishonesty. One hides it to get with another, dishonoring the current commitment. Some wear it around their neck on a chain, some wear it on their left finger. Different than a flashy engagement ring, although you typically wear both once married. A gift exchanged at wedding ceremonies, pronouncing one’s true love. Often carried by a small, young ring bearer. Following a tiny girl sprinkling rose petals before the procession of bridesmaids, groomsmen, & bride-wife to be. Hard & cold, til placed on the finger it warms up with body heat. A soft clinking noise it makes when it taps it’s partner due to clasped hands. Smooth and round, it should never touch the ground. Treated with care, like the relationship

Pretty Kitty

I bought a kitty cat
because pretty she sat

She’s a devine feline
& when I recline
to drink red wine
she is inclined
to resign and unwind

I bought a kitty cat
because pretty she sat
Gypsy is her name
and not one is the same

I did not have to spend
too much money to buy my new friend
I adopted her for her birthday in July
after seven months I guess that’s why

She’s blacker than midnight
an insomniac that never sleeps
a miniature panther
that only halfway sees

In the day
she likes to lay
& watch butterflies
fly by in the blue sky

I bought a kitty cat
because pretty she sat
Gypsy is her name
and not one is the same


8/5 Object Writing-Migraine

Aches searing from my skull, alternating between fiery flames & the throbbing like the beating on a kettle drum. It feels like my brain is going to explode even though I know this is not true, it is not my brain that is in pain, it is projected pain. All light is too bright, must sleep in the dark. Cold rag over my forehead, and below my neck a warm pillow. The world seems to be swirling, all of the colors run together, never dealt with motion sickness before, yet this throws my equilibrium off and I get there. Screw Advil, or Aleve, or Tylenol, or Motrin, Ibuprofen… These trivial remedies do nothing to relieve the pounding. Would a head massage help? No! Don’t touch me! Don’t speak, no noise is okay! Yet there is a ringing in my ears caused by the deafening silence. All smells make me sick, like a pregnant woman in her first trimester. The house won’t get cleaned today, no work will get done. Only my soft sheets will I touch and nothing but the taste of cotton mouth, feeling dehydrated, eating nothing.

Bumble Bee

In his black & yellow jail suit
Kindly pollinating the flowers
his swift approach unexpected
injecting his fiery venom
buzz buzz ouch

90sec-Bumble Bee

Buzz buzz goes the bumble bee in his black & yellow jail suit. Kindly pollinating the vast spectrum of flowers, while rudely injecting his fiery venom into the skin of humans. Deadly to some, but not to all. A swift approach, catches you off guard.

8/3 Object Writing

I couldn’t decide if I wanted to post this one or not, it’s not good writing or anything, just a trip down memory lane, sort of like my post on shoe polish yesterday. 10min-Wicker Chair

White wicker chair, tiny and small. Made for a child. With a matching couch covered in colorful pillows. A stuffed bunny on top, a friend for the young child to cuddle. So tightly woven and covered in paint. The arm rests and top twisted. the legs square. Smells of fresh wood shavings with a slight tinge of the paint. So light an adult could pick it up and toss it around, but to the child, strong and sturdy. A brown wicker chair that rocks to & fro. As the wind blows on the porch. A little old lady sits grumbling through pursed lips. It makes no sense to her what the world is coming to. Still she sits on her handmade wooden chair, while up in the air rockets & people in outer space. What will happen in the future she doesn’t want to find out. Already too much has changed in her lifetime. When she was a child there was no air conditioning & no colored TVs. No such thing as a cell phone or internet, much less, internet on a cell phone. And I’m brought back to the girl that was little ole’ me. Even me as a child mere decades ago also without some of these things. I was the last generation to call my friends without caller ID or ride my bike to their house to see if they were home. As a little girl in that wicker chair, how could I have known. Seems things change even faster now than they used to. What will the world be like when I am the old lady looking back on all the change in the world that has occurred during my lifetime.