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.

Monday, October 16, 2006

Simple pleasures

Simple pleasures. A wide and varied collection of daily joy-bringers: being barefoot in October, wearing sandals until Halloween--in the northeast, the shine of beach bronze lip gloss, orange and red leaves, red and orange leaves, that first crisp bite into an Empire in the middle of an orchard, the sweet, sweet naughtiness of letting my son have one last swim-- in his clothes, in September. Here are some poems, then a rant, and then, some more poems!

Wet through to bare skin
In September boy makes waves
Don't say no to joy.

Clothes off, shower on
hot steam your magic curtain,
step into the stream.

Family apple trip
crowded orchard, pickers buzz,
stand alone, take bite.

Among the pumpkins
a toothy grin, blond toddler.
I carved that small face!

Simple pleasures. This week's http://onedeepbreath.blogspot.com haiku prompt. I am reminded of a previous prompt, solitude. Anyone not interested in reading one mother's rant against the vagaries of the unquiet life of a mom-writer, blog on. Just change the channel. Click next blog!

OK, with the eye-rolling, head-shaking, childless writers-in- peace out of the room, I will go on. I started this blog as a means of writing more. Actually, truthfully, just writing, period. I went from an occassional poet to a pretty regular writer. I went back to my graduate school days with assignments, deadlines, feedback, and the company of other writers. The simple pleasures of writing.

Standing at the sink
hands wet, mind clear as clean glass
inspiration comes.

Even my children seemed to fall in line. Napping at regular intervals, absorbed in Spongebob or Legos, handing over to me our cozy home, silent but for the fish tank, for one solid hour, almost daily.

Cartoon chorus starts
children sleep, in crib, on couch.
Let the words begin!

Ah, then there was the big K. Kindergarten. More quiet time, or so one would think. With the advent of school comes the advent of my own little art school. Lessons and schedules and art shows to plan. Projects to prepare, phone calls to return. Days get shorter. Night comes sooner. That darn bathtime routine somehow gets longer. I think we are starting baths at 5:30 now, still end at 8. I got greedy. Signed up for another online writing course. More. More!

It's the full moon, I think. Too much caffeine. Finding my center becomes as circular a process as a dog turning round and round before a nap. I stock up on Aveda products for my bath. Surely, aroma therapy will not fail me.

In the bath, fine scents.
Toddler breaks in, plunges bowl
Lavender peace circles drain.

And so, here I am, it's nap time. At least I'm writing! And I smell good!


Blogger susanlavonne said...

"i carved that small face" my own son is in his twenties but that last line still has me literally wiping the tears from my face :-) it goes soooo fast! beautifully written..thank you.

6:05 PM  
Blogger Pat Paulk said...

I think smelling good should get you published everytime!!! Enjoyed the read!!

7:54 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

These are just wonderful, and paint such vivid pictures of the many "pleasures" of trying to combine anything with motherhood!
I just love the last one...i know just how it feels to have the "lavendar peace circling the drain"!

and I agree wholheartedly with Susan - the live "I carved that small face" had me teary too.

Well done!

9:21 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You are so funny! I loved how the haiku interrupted and illuminated the rant! My faves? "I carved that small face." and The whole of "standing at the sink . . . inspiration comes." you make me really want to try haiku!

play in bowling league
throw too much in the gutter
allow for low scores

hmmmm. maybe not! But I did join a league today. Not sure how I feel about it but announced it on blog today anyway!

9:36 PM  
Anonymous Pearl said...


I enjoyed those.

10:00 PM  
Blogger paris parfait said...

Love the "I carved that small space," which so evokes the joys of being a mom. Reading your post and lovely haiku was a delicious treat today!

11:53 AM  
Blogger Tammy said...

You shine so brightly when you write. I enjoy the memories of motherhood very much.

6:03 PM  

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