This is the month I attempt 31 X 31, not jars of tomato sauce, but poems. October is a magical month for me. I like the subtle and not-so-subtle changes. And so, I will embark on a challenge that will allow me to take advantage of the early morning darkness. I awoke this morning around 3 a.m. and decided to spend some time on my writing's ghostly garden. I took up one of my own writing prompts recently dispensed in my creative writing classes, and was surprised by the results. A keeper, I think. Now 30 more days. Here's to hitting the jackpot by 10/31/2013.
|photo by K. Iuppa "Almost, Full Moon"|
The week of the past full moon was challenging. The energy set loose seemed to vibrate. A lot of lives influx. Surreal incidents. My sister Karen involved in a car crash with Walter. Stopped on the side of the road on a hill, a car came over the rise too fast. Another foot and both Karen and Walter would have been taken from this world. Unsettling thought. A shudder passes through me. Both vehicles totaled.
Karen is a little beat up. She rocked around like a milk bottle. The seatbelt worked, but hurt her chest.
Like her daughter Lucy, I don't want Karen to duck out on me. Everyone over last Monday night and the recounting of the accident. We had a noisy meal. The conversation went up and down in volume, and what could have been annoying opinions and maybe actually were the making of a petard and the bridge was about to blow, I was really listening. Grateful that everyone's mouth was moving.
I'm thankful for my family.