Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Leap Day

Leap Day reminds me when was the last time I leaped?  Took a chance, jumped in and tried something new?
 I am struggling with my voice. I admire all my poet friends, but I don't think I can write poems everyday.   I have to mix it up.  I also am trying to decide what college classes to take, more leaping.  Hubby and son are home today, one with a cold, the other the flu.  I thought maybe my blog would be better if I picked one path.  I can't do it... I guess it is just going to be a creative blog, with whatever strikes me, my mood.  Yes, like the toad in the garden waiting for his meal. Whatever strikes one's mood is what they decide to dine on.

Today I did a prompt at the Imaginary Garden, it is one of many exercises in Liz Lamoreux's book, "Inner Excavation".   You answer these questions and then write a poem.

What color is your morning?
What are the shapes of your day?
What are the smells of your evening?
What are the textures of your weekend?
What are the sounds of this moment?
What nourishes you?
What do you see when you open your eyes and really look?
Her questions really make you think, don't they?!

Morning opens
A mist of pale white with fringes of blue
Sun’s brilliance dazzles than fades
sheer gray curtains  are drawn and pulled
Diamonds attract the corners of my day
I hear a Chick-a-dee’s solo performance on my deck
My beagle is snoring as the fresh start of wonder brews
Words catch my eye
I cast a net of ideas and gather the shiny bits
Stitching my thoughts, my hopes, my dreams
Sentiments, photos of loved ones and nature’s gifts
Thread my muse
To create and chase light
Faded false starts leave
When I finish my Zen tea
Glimmers of stardust spread
I look again
With fresh eyed daisy view
So hoping
Those who love me, love me not
Can see an Irish beauty
Not a dangling thread

*In Navy and Marine Corps parlance today, an Irish pennant is a loose thread on a uniform, for which you get gigged at inspection.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Catch Fire Blog Party

Today is the Catch Fire Blog Party!  I'm helping my good friend and online cousin, Alex J. Cavanugh,celebrate the release of CassaFire !   This is the 2nd book in his trilogy, available today!  There are many fans in blogosphere cheering!  His first book, CassaStar  was a huge hit!

  There is a special package of prizes being given away at the author’s blog (copies of CassaFire, CassaStar, tote bag, mug, and bookmarks) as well as book giveaways during his two-week blog tour.  See Alex’s site for details

I met Alex during the A-Z blogging challenge. He is an amazing talent n' all round great guy! My son and I are both excited about his new release!    Alex's blog tour runs through , February 27-March 9th.  Be sure to check it out~

CassaStar was just the beginning…

The Vindicarn War is a distant memory and Byron’s days of piloting Cosbolt fighters are over. He has kept the promise he made to his fallen mentor and friend - to probe space on an exploration vessel. Shuttle work is dull, but it’s a free and solitary existence. The senior officer is content with his life aboard the Rennather.

The detection of alien ruins sends the exploration ship to the distant planet of Tgren. If their scientists can decipher the language, they can unlock the secrets of this device. Is it a key to the Tgren’s civilization or a weapon of unimaginable power? Tensions mount as their new allies are suspicious of the Cassan’s technology and strange mental abilities. 

To complicate matters, the Tgrens are showing signs of mental powers themselves; the strongest of which belongs to a pilot named Athee, a woman whose skills rival Byron’s unique abilities. Forced to train her mind and further develop her flying aptitude, he finds his patience strained. Add a reluctant friendship with a young scientist, and he feels invaded on every level. All Byron wanted was his privacy…

Available today!
Science fiction - space opera/adventure
Print ISBN 978-0-9827139-4-5, $15.95, 6x9 Trade paperback, 240 pages
EBook ISBN 978-0-9827139-6-9, $4.99, available in all formats

CassaFire is the sequel to Cavanaugh’s first book, CassaStar, an Amazon Top Ten Best Seller:
“…calls to mind the youthful focus of Robert Heinlein’s early military sf, as well as the excitement of space opera epitomized by the many Star Wars novels. Fast-paced military action and a youthful protagonist make this a good choice for both young adult and adult fans of space wars.” - Library Journal

You can visit the author’s site at

Alex was asked, if movie moguls came a calling, who would he pick to play the main characters?!  He  mentioned Richard Hatch as Bryon the main character. I use to love watching Battlestar Galactica " and a new character,  Athee, would be played by Kate Beckingsale.
In honor of my love for Richard Hatch and Alex's day of catching fire..I have some Hot Tamales to share.  Alex, I hope your tour does more than catch fire; I hope it is blazing hot ;D

Challenged in the Garden

  ~PHOTO:  by -Catorb

The Garden always inspires me.  I wanted to participate on several prompts. I am finding the challenge, to use other people's computers a creative, royal pain.  I am resorting to my old habits of writing in notebooks.  NO big deal, right?  Wrong, I can't read my words, I write fast and I type fast. My handwriting looks like a chicken tied a pen to his feet and did a dance. My son had a class cancelled, came home to work on computer. We keep bumping heads. I'm in his way; he is in mine. I finally resorted back to the bedroom, with my IPAD.  It is fun to trick my Muse into this new habits. She was fond of her routine, but when life throws you curve balls, you either get up to bat or sit on the bench. I refuse to be benched....  How do you deal with your creative curve balls? I'd love to hear your take, on working through your creative challenges. I am still working on Kenia's challenge.

Here is Mary's challenge.  She stated this works for her, when she has trouble writing.  Use the beginning of a poem or a couplet,  to write your own poem. If you use another poet's words, be sure to give credit.  I selected a poem by  Elizabeth Barrett Browning's , "The House of Clouds"~

I selected this couplet:

In the mutest of the house
I will have my chamber
Silence at the door shall use
Evening's light of amber,
Solemnizing every mood,
Softening in degree,--
Turning sadness into good,
As I turn the key

Here is my take on the poem:

Prayers unite time's dance
Evening's light of amber,
 the tidal flow
chambers of gray matter 
Holding heaven's gate
Soul's aperture 
Limbs of light extend
Shadows magnify 
walk through the valley
allows dark passages
to appear
stretch reaching rays of light
Hereafter hears a voice
Heart's symphony
it sings 
Softening in degree,--
Turning sadness into good,
As I turn the key

Don't forget to sign up for  my  giveaway~

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Giveaway Garden


Today, I am being featured at the Imaginary Garden of Real Toads.  Kerry asked me to share some photos and a poem.  Kerry has a beautiful, unique voice~  You should read some of her poetry! It is magical~  In honor of being featured, I am having a giveaway!  All you have to do is be a follower and leave a comment. Please tell me,  which photo you like best.  You can visit Toads and see some of my photos there and my Etsy shop.  On March 5th, I will put your names in a hat and my daughter, the birthday girl will draw a name.

I can't thank you all enough, for all the encouragement and kinds words!  I hope to do better commenting on blogs and following along.  For months I have had computer issues. Today my computer finally died.  Tech support drove to Virginia to get the necessary supplies.  It didn't work out. My son kept calling us with the status.  The fan was suspect, but no the CPU is dying.  I'm on hubby's laptop now.  Computers are great till they become ill. Anyway enter the contest and all are eligible.
It doesn't matter where you live... Just don't forget to tell me which photo speaks to you~ Good Luck!

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Time of Year

The sun is shining and my mood is lifted, yet I am fighting a cold. A cold that has been swarming in my home, for 3 weeks. Hubby had it, son had a touch of it and daughter has been ill, since this weekend. I have been fighting it, taking extra vitamins, eating more produce and drinking Naked Juice.  I need to try my new juicer.  I can't have a lot of carbs and juice is like liquid sugar. I have been having a small glass, after a meal.  Do you drink Naked Juice?  I didn't say drink juice

 I woke up feeling like the Keebler elves were tap dancing on my head and someone had varnished my throat.   I always find keeping positive helps. I have immune issues and always get uneasy. Son goes to college and works at germ central(A grocery store). I know not as bad as a hospital, right...wrong. Think of all the sick kids, wiping their noses and touching the grocery carts. The sneezing, augh...
At least at the hospital there are gloves and face masks, but not at the local supermarket. I am glad they have wipes out for you to wipe down your cart. I'm not a Germaphobe, but when you can't fight, without antibiotics,it is best to do what you can.   Dr.'s do not give out antibiotics, like they use to.

I did manage to work on a story today and had to do a few prompts, but nature was calling. No, not the juice. It was 73 degree here today.  Shocking yes, tomorrow is going to be 78 and then back down to normal seasonal temperatures. Me, I would prefer to have normal, seasonal weather. I don't like the ups and downs. Saturday night is suppose to be 32.  I wished I had been a weather woman. I could be wrong all the time and still earn a good wage! 

I also visited Paradise today, don't you just love it when ordinary places have unique names. It is a little local grocery store. Yes,  I drank Naked Juice, Keebler elves visited me and I visited Paradise. All n' all a good day.  I also worked on some new photos for my Etsy store.  Do you have any quirky, unique stores, restaurants you frequent?  Care to share?  Do you like Naked Juice and do the Keebler Elves visit you?   Okay, you guessed right....I have a fever, but really it all is true ;D

 I will be having a give away soon~  Y'all come back now....maybe the Keebler Elves will visit~

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Hanging out in the Garden

I've been hanging out a lot in the garden lately!  My good friend, Sherry(her other name is Wise Toad,not Old) challenged me to a poetry prompt.  Here is Sherry's prompt:  Old Toad's challenge was rather all-encompassing: "Ella, " she croaked, "write a poem based on a quote, that is meaningful to you.  It should touch upon your wish to follow your art, as far as it will lead you." Then Old Toad fell over onto her lily pad, for a little snooze.

Stop over and visit the garden, to see how my journey went. Serendipity is a clue  ;D

I will share the results, of the quote.  You have to visit the garden, if you want to know more.

Evening walk 
enveloped in solitude
gray thoughts spiraling
serenaded in blue 
chilled, you look up to heaven's theater
a falling star make her debut
do you listen?

A dove glides her tilted wings
towards spring's silver threaded light
a bleached white feather 
flutters to your feet
do you listen?

Fair eyed daisies sway in meadow's brow
four leaf clover peers at you
 it bows and nods
a brisk shower
washes earth clean
watercolor view rises
do you listen?  

Along a pebbled beach
a rare pink shell glistens in the
 bay's blue tidal pool
it's tangled in seaweed 
and tiny snails
do you listen? 

Maple leaf stretches to bask in glory
red passion reaches for gold
her dismount twirls 
in graceful flair
 she lands
heart shape
do you listen?

Pristine cold lace falls gently
 on your lashes
iridescent geometry
6 sided perfection
no two
do you listen?

Listen to your grace
the strings
 of your heart
 sacred door
divine gifts
When you listen~

Do you listen?  Do you follow your heart and the signs that nature gives you?  Do you?

Friday, February 17, 2012

Imaginary Garden prompt

Laurie at the Imaginary Garden has prompted us to write a poem using the word ethereal. We can choose to write it as a metaphor, allegory or just use the word.

Mother stitches me a gown of tie dye yellow and endless blue for day
she also made me a dress in my favorite colors
a billowy dream of violet with mauve accents
I look good in red, too
my skirt twirls and outlines my shape
my arms embrace low lying clouds
sometimes gray suits my mood
when my mind is in a haze

Mother says my beauty awakens many
It extends outward, like my golden hair
she says I cascade highlighted hope
I wake the morning dew
She says I'm brilliant, her little star
Hope of my work will soon be reflected in snowdrops, robins singing
and green soldiers standing tall waiting to be assigned their next duty

As time dances I spin,
ethereal threads of  the day reappear
I surrender to twilight's yawn
my golden hair drapes down
you might find some later in your dreams

My Mother picks velvet for my sister's gown
Deep cobalt blue with rhinestones accents
She will dance into the night
Her gown fits snug
It has Hollywood appeal
My sisters pale luminous face
Geisha full, glows
She radiates passion and promise

We are twins, but nothing alike
She thinks she is the oldest
she welcomes Night owls and bats to encompass her
Poets write about her beauty
I'm jealous how many swoon when she appears
My day is yawns, roosters crowing and time clocks
but Mom says it is my beauty that is enjoyed most
Celebrations and a Cirque are named after me

One day a rite of passage will emerge
we won't submit to the others one way
we will join each other hand in hand until we merge into one
It will be a rare debut, on stage together
we will be be photographed
and forever documented
many will come to see our rare performance
Hope you can come

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Think Tank Thursday

Today, I did the prompt, at Poets United, I will be back to share my take on prompt #84 Home.
I think it will be interesting to write about.  How many homes have you lived in? Was there a favorite?

I will return, I already know the home I will write about, my childhood home.  I might add several other homes, where I hung more than a few hats. ;D

This was hard to write. My childhood home was recently sold. The owner is someone I know. He grew up in the neighborhood, many years before me. He is making many changes, but my memories serve me well and I remember it as it was when I lived there. The foundation of my youth and blueprint to my soul.

I think this is the longest poem I have ever written...

Up and down stairs memories
chase my inner child
I cross the threshold of  my youth
where my spirit was cradled and nurtured
in the open air, by the blue shadows of the sea
salty brine tickles my senses
a time worn wharf
was my picket fence 
aligned with perfumed welcome mat roses.

Waves of translucent thought blur edges
And dissipate in white n’ blue patterns
Like fragile, delicate china
Transformed waves wash over me
 Eroding the sharp memories
Seaside charm cascades ripples of laughter
 love and longing for another glance
Magic remains in hindsight’s view

Cold, bare bones now
skeleton key remains a mystery
Being rebuilt
the nooks n’ crannies were we(my brother n' I) hid will be lost
Time reflected porch still holds patina glider(new owner bought it)
Our magic carpet ride, our sailing ship, our dinosaur, our space portal
childhood home lost at sea
 I’m swept away, by a rogue wave of tears
 the lull of the seagull’s cries, foghorns and the splashes of the ocean’s waves
signal I am home

(my daughter took this photo of the lupine)

I'm transported 
to days traipsing the lupine lined shore
Governor’s Flag flies high waving to white caps
stair well reflects diamond window’s glow
Landscaped dreams dance by the waltzing seaside
Four seasons lend a trance of
Snow drops,
green piped vines climbing glassed-in porch
Huge red maples call all neighborhood kids to
rake the biggest pile
Come jump in

Sunlight’s gold illumination
Cascades her gold wavy hair through the house
Red braided rug tickles tip toes as collected roosters
Crow good morning
Fireplace embers dance in the music and capture warmth of the
Family room.
Stars viewed nightly on TV and by the moon’s swimming light
Mantel clock chimes Dad’s arrival
 as gale winds blow
Tall white sailing ships
into my dreams

Secret passage way, holds skeleton key
To mysteries unknown
The whispers of  my soul
Grew here until I discovered
my voice
Echoes of loved ones lingers
 Collected in mind’s eye their magic flirts with
The fringes of youth

Bright memories that burn your heart’s ember
they last a life time
Steady heart stays afloat
My soul dwells in her magic, her mystery with gratitude
Always my anchor, my childhood home~