Memories of Grandma

via Daily Prompt: Yarn

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Whenever I think of yarn, I think of my grandmother.  She was always crocheting something beautiful.  She would sit there on her little love seat, no matter the season, and craft away at a new blanket with her yarn purse at her side.  Her crochet basket was always full of so many colors, needles, and patterns…granny squares covered the cloth bottom.

She had a small closet under the stairway that went upstairs, and it had shelves stacked from top to bottom.  Guess what was in there?  Oodles and oodles of yarn organized by colors filled the shelves, of course, all protected by mothballs.  It looked like a closet of rainbows.  As a child, the scent of the mothballs mixed ith the yarn was a pleasant one.  I loved walking into that closet and seeing all the different reams of string that she had picked up.

I remember we would go to K-Mart specifically to get yarn.  I was always excited to do this because I got to pick out some spools of it too.  She liked Red Heart, and I liked anything that felt soft and fluffy.  I would usually get the calico colors…the ones that changed as you pulled them out of the spool.

We’d check out and head back home.  Then she would put her new yarn in her basket, make me something to eat, and get to work on her new project.

Man, I miss her so much.  I see her face now smiling with that needle in hand…a cigarette burning in the ashtray on the side table.  It’s such a good memory…one I haven’t had for a while.

xoxo E.M.

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Awoken

I was awoken by a crash of thunder this morning.
It feels like I haven’t slept at all.
I am tired of all the thunder storming.
Can someone please put the rain “on call”?

It’s one of those moments that make my heart race.
I placed my hand over my heart in fear.
The pillowcase is still showing where my head embraced.
The boom was so loud that it graced my eye with a tear.

The lightning clashed with a flash of bright light.
I quickly pulled the blankets over my messy head.
It filled this room with its mighty strobe of white.
Can it just stop now? And let me go back to bed?

I tossed and I turned, and I forced my eyes to close.
It was clear that my body was on defense.
I sighed, and I huffed…and with self-force, I rose.
It seems my desk chair got a good rinse.

I put a blanket on my extremely wet chair.
The window was full-open all night.
I cracked open a Pepsi, and I lit my smoke.
Then I rubbed my eyes until they were open bright.

 

Liebster Blog Award

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Thank you to stoneronarollercoaster blog for nominating me the Liebster Blog award. I am so excited as this is my first nomination for any blogging award.  I appreciate it greatly! 🙂

The rules of this award:
1. Acknowledge the blog who nominated you and display the award.
2. Answer the 11 questions the blogger gives you.
3. Give 11 random facts about yourself.
4. Nominate 11 blogs.
5. Notify those blogs of the nomination.
6. Give them 11 questions to answer.

11 Questions For The Nominees

  1. Your favorite Movie?

    My favorite movie would have to be The Breakfast Club.  I love that movie!

  2. Your one skill/hobby that you use to heal yourself?

    I ground myself and meditate.

  3. A book that changed your perspective/life?

    Bag of Bones — It was the first book that I read, and it really shows you in the beginning of it that life is way too short.

  4. 3 things you absolutely have to have in your dream house?

    Hmm.  Three things I would absolutely have to have in my dream house would be a wrap-around porch, an open floor plan, and a hot tub.

  5. The most ecstatic moment of your life?

    Each birth of my three children.

  6. One thing you know you are good at?

    Wet-sanding a vehicle to prep it for paint…

  7. Your current favorite song?

    A Million Reasons – Lady Gaga

  8. The biggest risk you have taken so far?

    Saying “Goodbye”.

  9. Your favorite quote?

    “Fiction is the truth inside the lie.”
    ― Stephen King

  10. Cats or dogs?

    Both…I tend to take in all the strays that come along.  We even have a possum that found sanctuary here, and we feed her.

  11. Your favorite joke?

    My favorite joke is anything joke that makes me laugh.  I cannot think of one that would be appropriate to post.  *laughs*

11 random facts about me

  • I am a TV junkie.
  • I am not a big fan of reality shows, except cooking ones.
  • I don’t really care for chocolate.
  • My favorite Stephen King book is Bag of Bones.
  • I only need two things to be happy when I wake up, cigarettes and Pepsi.
  • I am a night owl.
  • I am a Gemini.
  • I hate confrontation.
  • I love to use profanity.
  • I play a game called Second Life.
  • I’ve had a couple surgeries since March 2016.

My Nominees (in no particular order)

    1. https://theglittersoflife.wordpress.com/
    2. https://sauceboxsite.wordpress.com/
    3. https://thecagedbirdsingsweb.wordpress.com/
    4. https://dirtyscifibuddha.com/
    5. https://ginsberg420.wordpress.com/
    6. http://littlefears.co.uk/
    7. https://roadsbeltravelled.com/
    8. https://franksolanki.wordpress.com/
    9. https://joshidaniel.com/
    10. https://pardeepnain.wordpress.com/
    11. https://mysmallstillvoice.wordpress.com/

11 Questions For The Nominees

  1. Who is your biggest inspiration when writing?
  2. What do you like to do when you aren’t blogging?
  3. What is the first thing you do every morning?
  4. What are three things you need to survive?
  5. What is your favorite writing topic?
  6. What kind of music do you like?
  7. Pepsi or Coke?
  8. What is your greatest fear?
  9. Where do you like to vacation?
  10. What is your favorite food?
  11. What is your favorite quote?

Sweet Scent

via Daily Prompt: Perfume

The smell of your skin

Lingering upon mine

That sweet scent of love

I sniff and reminisce

Your essence like perfume

Bringing memories to illuminate within

Radiating to all my senses

Luring me to breathe you in

Longing for more time with you

I find myself craving your presence

You’re my love drug…

I can’t get enough

I’m addicted.

 

Water Worlds

Another rainy day

In this month of April showers

The world has turned green again

I am ready for the May flowers

 

Can it rain every day?

What could that mean?

Would swells fill the bay?

Flood the creeks and streams?

 

Would we live in a water world?

Would land be in sight?

Like a blanket of water that swirled

Following forever against the moon’s light

 

Exploring and finding forbidden islands

Via boats and homemade crafts

The water rippling dirt rather than sands

Houses making the deconstructed rafts

Could we live this way forever?

It could be in nature’s design

Mother Nature is quite clever

But this was only in my mind…

 

 

Insomnia

Knackered and sprawled out across my bed, I weep

All these aches and pains are making me weak

My muscles feel weary and my tendons tight

My body full of insomnia and keeping me up all night

Tears upon my pillow and blankets cast aside

Tossing and turning and flopping like an ocean’s tide

My neck feels kinked and my shoulder is stressed

Should I give up and just go get dressed?

I’ll try once more to attend to my slumber

But I believe the sheep I’m counting have my number

Struggling to find comfort in my sleigh of sleep

Finally, it’s over! Now don’t make a peep!

ZzZ. Zzz.

Goodnight

Goodnight dear friends
It’s time I took my rest
My eyes have grown weary
As the day was quite long
And morn comes around quite early

Tomorrow a new day shall start
With more rhymes and ramblings
New friends to discover
New topics to read
Farewell for now…off to sleep

Welcome To My World

It stormed all day yesterday, but it made today so damned beautiful!  The sun is shining bright.  The birds are singing in the trees. It’s a good day to be alive!

I decided since it was such a beautiful day that I would take some pictures and share them.

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Lone daisy sitting in the clay
Thank you so much
For brightening my day!

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Skies marbles with the clouds
Above the tree tops
Breath-taking…you take away my sounds

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Trees up high above my head
With light shining through its limbs
This would be a great view from my bed!

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Little pictures from the place I love
The smile glistens upon my face
The sun showers me from above

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Little plant growing mighty and strong
I can’t wait to see you blossom
The world of nature is where you belong

All photos by E.M. Kingston.

Please do not take any of my photographs without asking, and credit must be given when you use them with a pingback and text.

The Blanket of Flowers

I sat there staring at the blanket of flowers
Laying upon my father’s grayish, silver casket
Roses, carnation, and tiny baby’s breath
The greenery accenting their beauty

It was closed.

I couldn’t see him.

Are you in there, Dad?

All I can see are the flowers.

A blanket of them keeping you safe.

The preacher’s words flew through me
Bringing tears to my eyes as he spoke
Still, I couldn’t take my eyes off of the box
Covered with a spray of beauty
Thinking this was still all a big mistake.

It wasn’t though.

You are really gone.

I miss you.

I need you.

I love you.

Watch now as the words come to me in rhymes
You’re my inspiration from deep inside.
You cover me with your love.
Your words guide me and lead me here.
Your my blanket of flowers keeping me safe.

 

 

The Lone Tree

 

Electrified from the fury of the storm
A lone tree stands under attack
No longer will its limbs be able to form

Once so thick and full of life
It’s roots traumatized by the flash
Dug into the ground bound to strife

Dying little tree with just a jolt
Helpless after the fury of the light
The roots have no hope after that bolt

The tree that stood proud now water drunk
Withering away with each passing day
With its bark laying at its trunk

As I was sitting here attempting today’s daily post, I was having trouble finding a direction.  Just when I had backspaced and written and backspaced again, a bolt of lightning struck right outside my window.  It was so loud I can still hear it echoing in my ear.  It hit a beautiful tree that I spend time looking at when gazing out of my window, so this poem is for that tree.  

Daily Prompt: Roots

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