NaPoWriMo Day 17 :
The prompt: Today we were to write a poem making use of three of the five senses.
This poem has been removed from my blog as a stipulation of its entry in a poetry competition.
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lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
It’s a sign of your talent that you can write using a prompt you didn’t want to use. You could always ignore the prompt though and be a rebel. 😉 Well done!
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Can’t I be a rebel within the prompts? Okay, Okay. You’re more of a rebel than I am. All I can say in my defense is that I enjoy the challenge and I do write other “stuff” as well. Thanks for always being supportive and for being a consistent reader…Much appreciated. J
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Hehe! I’m pretty sure you ARE a rebel! I just don’t see these prompts. And, between you, me and the woodwork – I’m lazy! Shhh!
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That’s what my mother always said about herself, but between you and me, she got a lot done for a lazy woman. If you are raising (three?) kids and writing a poem a day, I doubt the word applies much to you, as well.
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I cannot believe what you can do with a subject…any subject. Love the way your beautiful mind skips from topic to topic, the way we think, but you manage to thread it so it all holds together. You weave happy times, family, friends, Google searches, father’s neck, comfort of leather, cheesecake crumbs all together as you think on these pieces of furniture. You imbue what you own with love and personality. This is so good, Judy, so very touching.
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Ann. As usual, your comments are a gift that add greatly to the pleasures of writing, but thought you might be interested to hear something Patti shared with me after reading this poem. “The Divan” was what my mother always called our sofas or couches, but by Google-ing it, Patti discovered that a divan is really a backless and armless couch that is usually placed against a wall to furnish back support. So, although my poem is no longer Wikipedia correct in its definitions, it is surely still true to family vernacular and memory.
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That’s for sure!
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Linda–Although the main reward is always in the writing itself, it certainly prolongs the pleasure when a perceptive and appreciative reader makes herself known. Thanks for your generosity as well as your own fine words that I always look forward to reading.
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Thank you, Ann. You are such a generous reader. Without such close and attentive readers, why would we write?
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Well, that was a dumb question and the moment I posted it, I knew it. We would write because it is how we stay in touch with ourselves.
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I absolutely love this one. The fine detail you go into is wonderful.
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Thanks, Linda..If you can read my earlier comment to Ann, it adds further information re/ “The Divan.” Did you know this??? Am I the only one who thought a divan was synonymous with a couch or sofa?
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So it’s one of those thing one can lounge on, sort of like a daybed. I thought of it as being like a sofa, too.
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Yes…I’m going to leave it. I think most people think the terms are interchangeable.
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Growing up here in southeast Missouri in the 50’s, we never called them couches or sofas. They were always divans.
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And so–that’s where my mom got it. She was born in Missouri.This linguistic detective work is fun fun fun.
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We need to tell Wikipedia that they don’t have the final answer.
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I enjoyed reading what felt like “stream of consciousness” writing. I found many pebbles especially shiny in that translucent stream. Here’s just one: “It will be worn out by life
instead of time.”
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Thanks, Marso. I love hearing that my words have connected with someone. Thanks for coming by and sitting on my divan! It is still in my living room, by the way. My friend reminded me that he wouldn’t have anyplace to sit and play the guitar when he comes to visit if I got rid of the other divan. Come back and visit, please…Judy
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