Lake Norman on a Summer Evening — Mecklenburg County, North Carolina (Untouched Photo by PTM, 5 years old)
As I was reflecting on the close of 2012, I came across this photo that my nephew took when he commandeered my iPhone one summer evening. He took over 300 pictures (YOWZA!): most of them of eyeballs, eyebrows, and ears. But some were of Legos and Lake Norman. All of them were snapshots of Life.
This particular ‘PTM original’ is of North Carolina’s largest manmade lake, which provides electricity to the Carolina Piedmont region. I cropped the photo, but otherwise it is untouched and reminds me of how life is complex–so very beautiful yet often difficult at the same time.
A Ray. Heaven’s Light.
Blogging six days a week is challenging, let me tell you. As one acquaintance remarked recently, “Goodness, I don’t think I have enough things happen to me to write six days a week!”
Hear, hear! That’s why today I’m “going green.” For those of you who followed me at Old-Fashioned Girl Blogger, you’ll recognize the picture and poem that I’m sharing today.
Here’s something fresh to go with the recycled: You might say this (silly little) poem is an ekphrasis, (pronounced ek-fra-seez): a literary description of something visual.
Ode to Ketchup
Ketchup. O Ketchup!
So tangy. So sweet.
It makes a great treat.
Don’t get caught with your
Tongue in the jar!
Ketchup? Why ketchup?
My only reply
To the question of why
Is that Mom put the Oreos
Up way too high!
On Sunday, August 26th, the Washington Street Writers, a poetry writing and critiquing group of seven from the Raleigh (NC) area, celebrated twenty years (and counting!) of supporting one another in their writing and publishing pursuits.
Washington Street Writers, L to R: Lenard D. Moore, Jan Zaleski Hilton, Randy W. Pait, Richard Krawiec, Bruce Lader, Sally Ann Drucker, and Beverly Fields Burnette
The 20th Anniversary Celebration was held at the Southwest Regional Branch of the Durham County Public Library and was sponsored by the Durham Library Foundation Humanities Society. The public event was an eclectic mix of panel discussion, poetry readings, and even a poetry-critiquing exercise designed to engage and inform the audience.
The impressively-published septet offered helpful insights and writing tips, not the least of which was to strive to make each work a work of art.
Those in attendance whet their artistic appetites, nourished their literary inclinations, and feasted on culinary delights.
My name is Lori. I am five years old. I am in the first grade. I do my best work.
That was one of the first stories I ever wrote. By winter of that same school year, I had become an artist – a poet – penning words like these:
Winter is pretty. The trees and house are snowy.
Winter is cold. I dress warm.
Winter is fun.
Winter is making snowmen. Winter is making snow houses.
Winter is what you want it to be.
Winter is still here.
If you have kiddies, I encourage you to give them pencils and let them “fill their papers with the breathing of their hearts.” What your child writes will be a window into a developing worldview (the second-to-last line of my poem being an alarming case in point) and an opportunity to help your child guard his/her heart from error. Why? Because everything flows from the heart.
My collection of stories from the first grade include a tale of Mr. Fig, a commentary on happiness, a pithy piece on what it might be like to own an elephant, a pondering of forgotten things, & more.
 Adapted from a quote by William Wordsworth.
 Proverbs 4:23 – Watch over your heart with all diligence, for from it flow the springs of life.