Monthly Archives: September 2019

“If Only I Could Play Guitar” reblogged

Guitar Envy

Hello, LifeLessons readers, ForgottenMan still here.

Judy’s friend has left, but Judy continues her “writing intensive”, focused on writing her manuscript. While she toils away, Judy asked me to reblog some of her older poems. It’s a fun gig for me as I stroll back through her blog archive, wondering which to select. I did this once before, when she was on a trip. That time I arbitrarily chose to look only at her oldest posts, from 2013  (her first year blogging) to 2014. So I’m looking at 2015 posts this go-around.

Today though, I’m enjoying revisiting “If Only I Could Play Guitar”, which she posted on her blog in July, 2014. I found it because she reblogged it in July, 2015, with the photo above included. (That’s yours truly with the shaved head & guitar out there on the patio with Little Duck watching from his perch on the dining table.) Anyway, you can read this lovely poem HERE.

“We Are Headed North” reblogged

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Hello, LifeLessons readers, ForgottenMan here yet again.

Judy and her friend continue their “writing intensive” through tomorrow, both focused on writing their respective manuscripts. While she’s away Judy asked me to reblog some of her older poems. It’s a fun gig for me as I stroll back through her blog archive, wondering which to select. I did this once before, when she was on a trip. That time I arbitrarily chose to look only at her oldest posts, from 2013  (her first year blogging) to 2014. So I’m looking at 2015 posts this go-around.

Today I’m enjoying revisiting “We Are Headed North”, which she posted on her blog in October, 2015. You can read this lovely poem HERE.

“The Moon is Full and Waiting” reblogged

Hello, LifeLessons readers, ForgottenMan here again.

Judy and her friend continue their “writing intensive”, a retreat in her home, as they both lock themselves away from the outside world through Monday. They both are focusing on writing their respective manuscripts. While she’s away Judy asked me to reblog some of her older poems. It’s a fun gig for me as I stroll back through her blog archive, wondering which to select. I did this once before, when she was on a trip. That time I arbitrarily chose to look only at her oldest posts, from 2013  (her first year blogging) to 2014. So I’m looking at 2015 posts this go-around.

Today I’m reading “The Moon is Full and Waiting”, which she posted on her blog in December, 2015. You can read this lovely poem HERE.

“I Used to Eat Red” reblogged

Hello, LifeLessons readers, ForgottenMan here again.

Judy and her friend continue their “writing intensive”, a retreat in her home, as they both lock themselves away from the outside world through Monday. They both are focusing on writing their respective manuscripts. While she’s away Judy asked me to reblog some of her older poems. It’s a fun gig for me as I stroll back through her blog archive, wondering which to select. I did this once before, when she was on a trip. That time I arbitrarily chose to only look at her oldest posts, from 2013  (her first year blogging) to 2014. So I’m looking at 2015 posts this go-around.

Today I’m posting “I Used to Eat Red”, a reworking of a poem from her book Prairie Moths. She posted this on her blog in December, 2015. You can read this lovely poem HERE.

“That Point” reblogged

Hello, LifeLessons readers, OkcForgottenMan here.

In Judy’s previous post she noted that she and a friend decided to exercise a “writing intensive”, a retreat in her home, as they both lock themselves away from the outside world today through Monday. They both intend to focus on writing their respective manuscripts. While she’s away she asked me to reblog some of her older poems. It’s a fun gig for me as I stroll back through her blog archive, wondering which to select. I did this once before, when she was on a trip. That time I arbitrarily chose to only look at her oldest posts, from 2013  (her first year blogging) to 2014. So I’m looking at 2015 posts this go-around.

First up is something she posted on New Year’s Eve. It’s called “That Point”, and you can read it HERE.

Poor Timing

photo by Jon Tyson on Unsplash. Used with permission.

Poor Timing

She kept her heart protected securely in a box
bound up with heavy chains and secured by keys and locks
so no one could purloin it. No one could even try.
All potential lovers were forced to pass her by.
Not for her two entities entwined into one.
As other women sought their mates, she was content with none.

She never walked the nuptial aisle. No vows were ever said.
Never spread her gown out upon the wedding bed.
Never succumbed to childbirth. Never soothed the brow
of a fevered toddler and never until now
regretted what she’d missed in life by sealing tight the gate
that at last she’s throwing open, but, alas, it is too late.

Prompt words for today are purloin, box and entty. These are all the prompt words posted now and actually, Ragtag’s prompt of purloin is from yesterday–posted too late for me to use it then. I’m going on a four day writing intensive with a friend to work on the book I’ve been putting off for so long, so I won’t be posting again until Monday, but Forgottenman has generously agreed to repost some of my old poems each day on my blog for me—possibly things from so long ago that we’ve all forgotten them, so hope you drop by and have a look. See you on Monday!!! xoxoo