tonight as I tucked him in, my eight year old son, his eyes lookin’ wide awake my eye lids feelin’ heavy he said, “My body clock is on Tokyo time.” well, that would explain it I stretched out beside him and whispered I love you close your eyes think happy thoughts have good dreams I’ll see you in the mornin’ I may have dozed for just a bit ...
I am a poet
poetdreamer: Not because I write in forms Not because I write in rhymes Not because of the words you read But because of the words in my soul A heart forever longing For a world that may never exist A world where two hearts may live A world where love can last. I am not a poet for the words that are But for the words that may someday be.
As I fall asleep at night
As I fall asleep at night I think a million thoughts the day just done the day to come and all the things To Do As I fall asleep at night my night light keeps the dark at bay my closet door is closed to keep the monsters in As I fall asleep at night the ceiling fan rotates round an round a quiet whir that lulls with a gentle breeze As I fall asleep at night the cat jumps on the...
Gracious Words.: I am writer... →
graciouswords: I will write until it hurts no more. Until the last of the tears dry and the final drop of ink kiss the sullied pages of my notes. I will write until no words are left unspoken and the final sunset has come down before these tired eyes. I will write until every fiber in my hand is…
Thankful for blue skies and sunshine.
hittin’ the road in an hour’s time goin’ north again to Chicago not for sight seein’ for staple removal it’s been two weeks and a few days post-op already hope the snow holds off a little longer and the wind isn’t too strong sunshine would be nice and blue skies to say, “It’ll All Be OK” from here on out praying through it and...
I turned on the Christmas tree lights when I came down the stairs this morning. I do love the glow of the tree from the corner of the living room when it’s still full dark outside. A multi-color glow at that. It helps some. Glad for that. © 2011 Turquoise Tangles
my youngest son is yearning longing dreaming wanting wishing and praying for snow since it wasn’t today maybe tomorrow in his eight year old mind he’s waited long enough for snowballs snow forts snowmen and snow days please God let it snow soon for him I want to see his smile and join him in snow play now I’m prayin’ for snow too © 2011 Turquoise...
kudipeaches: Poem Recipe
kudipeaches: Poem Recipe: Take a blank white page and a black ink pen Stare into the lines on the page Think a thought not thought by others Swivel your Ls and Ms and Gs ‘cause they’re your favorites in cursive (admit it) Bake those thoughts between the lines Let the meter , or lack there of, simmer on your tongue Ask yourself, “Is this a poem?” Your immediate response should be...
Christmas is comin'
as night falls my heart hurts I have a lump in my throat and it was a good day it was I’m just having a hard time with Christmas this year and I love Christmas the decorations the music the presents the giving more than getting the fun of it the joy the laughter this year I’m just not there yet hope it kicks in soon it’s not about Santa for me it’s about...
The Idiot Manifesto: Sitting On The Window Ledge →
theidiotmanifesto: Semi-important. A few days ago, I made a post concerning an idea Nick and I thought up. A project dedicated to collections of writing each centred around a theme or prompt. A few people were interested in this, when I made a very vague post mentioning the idea. So! We have decided to create a blog, run by the both of us, that will make this whole idea a lot easier to...
You Wouldn't Like Me When I'm Angry
umustcreate: Don’t upset a writer You’ll end up in their work Immortalised forever Just hope they’re not a jerk Don’t upset a poet You’ll end up in their rhymes Everything you said or did And all of the bad times Don’t upset an artist You’ll end up in their art In flourishes of brushes They’ll display your heart Just don’t.
Yesterday is a tree with great spreading branches, and I [sit] low in its shade,...– Pablo Neruda, Passions and Impressions (via kari-res)
If I were made of purple glass I’d cast a purple shadow when the sun shone on me just right © 2011 Turquoise Tangles
I went to the grocery store this mornin’. A bouquet of half price carnations came home with me for $1.99. I now have white ruffled, purple edged carnations, placed in a purple glass vase, sittin’ on my kitchen counter, makin’ me smile. Money well spent. on November 29, 2011 © 2011 Turquoise Tangles
November 29, 2011
Today I have Lunch With A Friend to look forward to. Another early birthday celebration. She’s picking me up so we can talk the whole way there. We won’t miss a moment of conversation. Our words are always overlapping with laughter mingled in. I am so thankful for my girlfriends who know turning 40 is a big deal. Still 39 though…for a few more days. Not that I care...
thewritersaddress asked: Thanks for the reblog my friend! Much appreciated!
The Writer's Address: A Stupid Revelation.. →
thewritersaddress: Art and creativity are so important. It gives people inspiration, hope, reasons to believe again. The power of your imagination is incredible, it gives birth to novels, paintings, sculptures, movies, poetry, music and so on. I’m so blessed to have been given an imagination, and better yet the… Excellent Revelation, not stupid at all, The Writer’s Address....
I am bein’ girly today meetin’ a friend this morn we’re going to gab, chit chat and laugh while our feet are soaked, scrubbed and buffed then our toes polished in vivid hues we’ll slip our flip flops on talk a little more hug goodbye both of us feelin’ lighter on the inside after our time together sharing hearts over pedicures two women bein’...
Mike Frawley: Let Tomorrow Cry →
mikefrawley: Let tomorrow cry for its self let every yesterday gracefully go This is the day you’ve waited for the only day you’ll ever know This day is perfect, for it is life can you feel it, Your God is near Nowhere else can love be found we’re most blessed to have you here The future contains no… Hooray for Today! What a wonderful way to start my day, reading these inspiring...
I envy the cat her nap.
I am a sucker for Happy Endings.
4 days to go
Well, I’m just at 13,250 words for NaNoWriMo on November 27, 2011. I’m not feeling too optimistic that I’m going to make 50,000 in time to officially complete it, and upload it in time to get ‘em all verified by midnight on November 30, 2011. I’ll keep writing though. Because I have to. ~ Janean
I dreamt crazy dreams last night of things I don’t want to happen not for a long time anyway yet in my dreams it felt so real losing you too soon and being strong through it all lest I embarrass you from Heaven but it hurt so much felt so real shaking hands at the visitation crying at the funeral with our children beside me missing you too I was so relieved to realize it...
“go with the flow” you hear it all the time so eventually you do because it’s exhausting to swim upstream against the current day after day month after month year after year it’s easier to float along “go with the flow” agreeing pleasing smiling on the outside until the day when you’re tired of drifting tired of the easy way tired of...
my favorite Mark Twain quote
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” ~ Mark Twain
Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do...– Mark Twain (via fifteenfeather)
our Thanksgiving feast
I Am A List Maker. I admit it. ~ Janean
No More Freak Outs...Three Phone Calls Later
I was remarkably calm on Thanksgiving Day. Even though I’d never made a turkey and some of the side dishes All By Myself before. I’ve helped my mom in the kitchen for years, watching, chopping, dicing, paring, slicing, mashing, and stirring. All while talking too, of course, and under her watchful eyes. Somehow I did it. It all worked out just fine. If anything my only mistake was in...
novicepen: I am never lonely for I carry the the rainbow in the palm of my hands I let the cardinal perch on the grassy blades of my shoulder I lease the fertile soil of my feet for the flame-coloured irises to sprout. I endure the caterpillar’s metamorphosis neath the cracks on my knees. I am never alone as long as the world extends itself to my imagination.
Passages to Womanhood
It’s a girl! First bra. First period. First kiss. First love. First time. Get married. Buy a house. Have a baby. Buy a van. Buy a bigger house. Have baby #2. Hysterectomy. Host Thanksgiving. That’s as far as I’ve gotten. In the Passages to Womanhood. More milestones await. In the years ahead. No hurry. I am a woman. © 2011 Turquoise Tangles
Cranberries cooked. Check. Turkey thawed. Check.
French toast and bacon for supper.
on Thanksgiving Eve
the sounds of children playing drift up through the floorboards and travel up the basement stairs the sound of the television drones on one room over I am sitting alone as darkness falls all around listening daydreaming e-mailing thinking time to wash the floor time to wash the turkey time to cook the cranberries time to cook the giblets time to think about supper for my family ...
Thanksgiving Freak Out #1
I never should have been trusted with the turkey. I was defrosting it in the sink and fell asleep early and the cold water it was in all drained out of the sink and now I’m worried everyone is going to get sick if I cook the damn thing tomorrow and when I googled, “is a turkey safe to eat if it was left in the sink thawing all night and the water seeped out of the sink”, google...
prepared with love
I’m buying a frozen turkey today. A big one. It’s my first time makin’ Thanksgiving. Well, half of it. My mother in law is bringin’ side dishes (her specialties), and pies for dessert. My mother is coaching over the phone. My family will be fed turkey and assorted fixings. No time for writin’ poetry in the preparations. No time for makin’ art. ...
the night before last I dreamt of a field of blue poppies vivid in the moonlight along the path I walked in India my first international dream © 2011 Turquoise Tangles
Mike Frawley: Brand New You →
mikefrawley: Make the most of you today live the life you’ve dreamed about There’s a beauty deep within now’s the time to let it out Have a little faith in yourself who can say what you can do Don’t let doubt defeat your dreams let them see the best of you Remember you’re a Child of God created to live…
takingstockofwhatmattersmost: everyone knows hearts are made of glass and filled with love some of tempered tough some of fragile cracked some mirrored reflective and some already broken love leaking out most are made of bits and pieces and fragments and slivers of all the broken hearts that ever were a piece from her a shard from him all placed back together again with hope ...
I dreamt I went to Africa last night. I have no clue why. I asked my subconscious. But it doesn’t know why either. © 2011 Turquoise Tangles
playin' with fire
I’m playin’ with fire dancin’ ever closer stayin’ just out of reach I’m playin’ with fire turning back the clock in my mind and heart and remembering I’m playin’ with fire dredging up memories best left buried deep I’m playin’ with fire hopin’ not to get burned or burn another I’m playin’ with fire ...
novicepen-deactivated20120131 asked: Hi Janean. Philine here. Thank you so much for the reblog and also for the title. I love that. Sometimes it's hard though but every now and then I try to remind myself that apart from quenching the thirsty soul of other people, I also need to quench my own. Have a lovely morning! : )
takingstockofwhatmattersmost: something inside me makes me write
my thirsty soul
novicepen: You offer overflowing love to everyone else and leave nothing for yourself You hope to save a lost soul but you don’t even know how to save your own You give too much water to the thirsty and forget about the thirst in your throat Now look in the mirror and see what you’ve become Remember that the things you offer to people you can offer yourself too novicepen, THANK YOU MUCH,...
EXCERPT FROM: Defenestrations: Maintenance Issues:... →
jayarrarr: “And we’re writers, so we know that old “sticks and stones” rhyme is complete and utter bullshit.”
a new day
can’t keep my eyes open so I’m goin’ back to bed before the sun comes up and a new day dawns without me there to greet it © 2011 Turquoise Tangles
I slept four hours hard thanks to Sandman and the cat they both cuddled me fast asleep sometime before ten now it’s the wee hours of the night full dark outside I can hear the clock tick and the chimes chime my child’s cough from up the stairs I’ll tuck back in before the sun rises or midday for a nap home feels good after four nights in the hospital ...
takingstockofwhatmattersmost asked: In tumblr years i am 124 years old! Thank you for the blog love again. Think i'm off to bed soon. Nite!
TODAY IS FILLED WITH PRAISES!
TODAY IS FILLED WITH PRAISES! Before the doctors came in on rounds, it was an especially gorgeous sunrise, with bands of color across the horizon. Even more spectacular, than yesterday’s golden glow. Good news from The Pathology Report. A clear CT scan. Minimal air around the lungs. Nothing showed up on the x-ray. Going home. Staples out today. Hemoglobin OK. I am crying tears...