jillypoet: mom trying to write

Each day I wish I had invented waterproof sticky notes (for shower inspiration) or pen-friendly diapers to get down all my quirky thoughts that I am sure are relevant and publishable. And so God (actually another writer-mommy) sent me The Blog.

Saturday, August 05, 2006

Movin' around

"You gotta get movin' around when you're in that whole field there," my husband says to my son as they play Lego Star Wars. My husband was gone overnight for business and you'd think he'd been gone for a month, the way my son kept checking the time. Checking the time with me, of course, as he is only 4, and time is irrelevant, or at least, indecipherable. Anyone who knows me knows time is pretty much irrelevant to me, too. I'm not quite convinced that my flippant answers to "When will Daddy be home," haven't caused irrepairable damage, resulting in years of therapy. Three days. Twenty seven hours. Never. Probably Daddy will never be home is NOT a nice thing to say. But he knew I was kidding. Nevertheless.

At any rate...Daddy's home, and as I sit and blog, finally, I realize I missed this, this writing, like my son missed Daddy. I gotta get movin' around. And, naturally, there's irony. Always with the irony. The X-Box Star Wars playing didn't go as planned. Does anything, whether you're 4 or 34?

(As a sidebar...even my 94 year-old grandmother-in-law says life isn't as she planned, that God is playing a cruel joke letting someone live so long.)

Back to the irony. My son had saved over a game they had already saved, so they had to work through all the hard levels they had already conquered to get back where they wanted to be. It was a hard road, I gather, from the uproar. Which brings to mind the new poetry blog I want to join. Poetry Thursday posts prompts, really good prompts. I feel motivated to write, but sometimes I get stuck and just want to skip the hard thinking, drafting, creating phase and pull out my old work. OK sometimes, but where would I be as a writer if I didn't work hard every day? Yes, husband and son, where would you be as Lego Star Wars players if you didn't work hard every day?

Despite all this, I really, really want to join, so I am working on a song poem and posting now, a food poem I wrote a while back in response to an earlier post. Lame, I know. But, I think the poem is pretty good!

The Sushi Master Slips Up and Makes of His Wife a Work of Art

It was a culinary feat, how he steamed his wife
and rolled her into a knobby white ball,
flattened her with the palm of his hand.
smoothed her,
pressed her into the very edges
of the blue black seaweed wrap.
Pure artistry as he pulled her
glistening arms from the display case
sliced swiftly and evenly two soft pink tendrils
lovingly layered them, one atop the other.
Such surprise when he removed the lid
of the smiling cat
drew out his wife’s head and pop, pop pulled out her red eyeballs
adding them to his signature dish

With just the tips of his fingers
he wrapped wrapped wrapped his beloved into a neat tight roll
and with the flick of a wrist, a glint of silver,
she was four perfect pieces.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi, Jill. Glad you're back at the writing. Don't fret--the absence wasn't too long and I know you're poetry brain is always working. I'm glad you like Poetry Thursday. I am out of town right now stealing internet. Can't do email but I can post to your blog. :) glad to see you're having fun. can't wait to see what you get from the song prompt.

6:20 PM  
Anonymous Daniel Barkowitz said...

WOW! That is fantastic. What a great imaginative piece. Thank you for offering it!

I found you from the Poetry Thursday site.

If it is Ok with you, I will be adding a link to your blog from mine. Your poetry is excellent!

7:24 PM  
Anonymous Daniel Barkowitz said...

Also, if you are new to this web poetry thing, you might want to check out some of the links on my blog under "A Poet's Toolbox" and "Carnivals / Contests / Workshops".

7:28 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Great poem, Jill!

From Therese (aka Gwen)

8:57 PM  
Blogger January said...

Hi Jill:

This is an amazing poem. It's so matter-of-fact, but extremely powerful. I'm glad you're participating in Poetry Thursday--it's done wonders for my poetry.

Hope it's okay to add you to my list of links. And yes, feel free to link to me.

9:26 PM  

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