Water to Pop the Oil
Water to Pop the Oil
The black rectangular screen
is unhinged and set erect; a welcome screen meets my eyes. Ten small digits
type a password into a box. While waiting for the whirling boot up, I walk away
to pour myself some Wild Sweet Orange tea; a ping is heard from across the
room. Tea in hand, I scan the inbox; my eyes catch the words Every Day Poems. I
open the email and a wonderland of words and pictures come into focus. It’s here,
this month’s newsletter! I devour what’s
inside. I take my non-squeaking mouse click on an image and it opens to a new
window; an illustration— The Poet
from sweet 14/15 year old Sara Barkat pops up. Reading, I laugh at the Poet’s newest
escapade of having to write for the Local Senior Ladies Club and the mishaps he
commits after having lost his writing license weeks before. The Poor guy is
fighting a strenuous battle for supremacy and just can’t beat the “formats”
down to where they let him use them as weapons for good.
Daily poems arrive in my
box creating more joy than the monthly email does. Seriously this is the best $2.99
I’ve spent all year! To start and cap off the week my two favorite days— Monday’s
“steal a word from our poem to make a new poem” challenge and the Friday
Picture prompt. I am in heaven. My photo folder is filled with the gorgeous and
oft times thought provoking pictures that spur on my poetry and to be truthful
some of my short stories. I am thankful that Facebook placed an ad that I dared
to click on.
My mind before
subscribing to Tweetspeak and buying a year subscription to Every Day Poems was
churning with new words; I was raring to let my fingers unleash the fury that
was building up inside but it is sluggishly coming out not at all the storm I
expected. Like the oil spill in the Gulf, my mind had become gummed up and was
ruining the words that seconds before were freely floating towards the surface.
The monthly and daily emails from Every Day Poems are the tiny droplets of water
that pop the oily sludge that churns in my head onto a new page.
Just wonderful. Like sitting in front of the fireplace. Watching, listening, and feeling.
ReplyDeleteI hearth Everyday Poems, too.
Sandra,
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing the poem-love! Everyday Poems has sparked so many new ideas for my writing, too. All for the bargain price of $2.99!
I'm so glad you clicked that Facebook ad, and I look forward to seeing you around Tweetspeak's blog. Maybe?