A Poem about the Holidays

Writing prompt by Mama Kat

The prompt I chose was to write a post in twelve lines, 

so I chose a poem and this is what came of it.

Holiday Overload

1. One, two, buckle my shoe
2. Three, four, there’s a knock at the door
3. Five, six, time for treats and tricks
4. Seven, eight, I've put on more weight
5. Nine, ten,  I see a ghost, a witch, and a Barbie and Ken
6. Eleven, twelve, too many decorations to put up and then shelve
7. Thirteen, fourteen, too many thoughts in my bean
8. Fifteen, sixteen, a whole house to clean
9. Seventeen, eighteen, where’s my caffeine?
10. Nineteen, twenty, next is Thanksgiving with food a-plenty
11. Twenty-one, twenty-two, then Christmas and Santa and reindeer too
12. Twenty-three, twenty-four, I can’t take any more

This Weeks Prompts:

1.) A Christmas gift that was not well received.
2.) Describe yourself in five words. Choose one, and write a poem.
3.) It happened at daycare.
4.) Let's rewind to Summer and warm up! Share some favorite photos from a vacation you took.
5.) A fist fight.



Now I just need to choose one and write.  I'm so not into anything these last few days and I just don't want to do anything right now.  I was so gung-ho about writing my novel, writing in my blog everyday, etc.  Now, it seems the "fun" is fading and I just need some rest.

Hmmmm....
2.) Describe yourself in five words. Choose one, and write a poem.
Ok, sounds like I'm on track for this one....

1. Exhausted (I've been so tired the last few days)
2. Hungry (I haven't had lunch yet and it's almost 3pm)
3. Irritated (Tthe dogs are driving me crazy)
4. Worried (about our oldest son who's trying to figure out who he is)
5. Blessed (I'm very thankful for who and what I have in my life, despite the above list)

So, I know this list isn't exactly what Mama Kat had in mind when she said to describe myself... but these words are Me-at-the-Moment, so now I have to choose one and write a poem.

Blessed:
I never fear
for the Lord is here
waiting for me
to call to him

No... that's not right... I'm always worried and fearful about something.  But then I remind myself that the Lord will provide.

Exhausted:
Tired and worn
my body feels torn

Meh... that's dumb.

Hungry:
Turkey and stuffing
Sweet potato, mashed
Cranberrys, corn
Pumpkin pie last
Holiday waistline
Two sizes too big
Twice for the price
Thanksgiving and
Christmas too
Cookies galore
And gifts for me and you

Well, that's kind of cute....

Irritated:
Dogs go in
Dogs go out
Dogs go in
Dogs go out
in out in out
in out in out

Not really a poem, but the dogs keep going in and out the stupid dog door and the loud <*FLAP*> is getting on my nerves and threatens to wake the baby, so that's all I have to say about that.

Worried:
Young boy of sixteen
blond and naive
in love so it seems
with no idea of what it means
searching for life
and where he fits
I have the answers
when he asks for advice
but it falls on deaf ears
he hears what he wants
wrapped up in misery
of nightmares not dreams
he'll find his way
someday when he's gone
I hope I am there to see
the adult he can
one day become
old and shriveled
his dad and I will be
proud we hope
of his life to Thee

That would be a poem about how I worry about our oldest son.  Not too bad, I think I'll go with that one. 

So, that's my submission to This Weeks Prompts.  I hope you enjoyed a trip down my chaotic thought process.

~Oddyssey

Wednesday Woe...

Well, I've certainly messed up my "posting everyday" goal.  The last couple days have been nuts.  At times when I find myself totally overwhelmed, I'm reminded of the poem about the days of the week, but can only remember "Wednesday's child is full of woe" because that's the day of the week I was born on.  So I looked it up and found it here.

Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go.
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
But the child born on the Sabbath Day,
Is fair and wise and good and gay.

I was glad to see a better meaning for Wednesday's child.

Wednesday - the fourth day of the week, Woden (Odin), chief god of Norse mythology, who was often called the All Father. "Wednesday's child is full of woe." Odin's responsibilities were such that he was never attributed with any cheerful disposition.

"Woe" as used in the English language today is an expression of grief, regret, distress, etc. (Every dictionary, take your pick, uses those words to describe the word "woe".) In the 17th and 18th centuries, it was more an expression of deep concern, and heavy responsibilities, and it has been suggested that "woebegone" might be more accurate; but "woebegone" wouldn't rhyme, instead we get "Wednesday's child is full of woe"

The whole research into this poem that the person does is amazing and very interesting. 

Anywhooo... I have a project that I'm going to work on today that I think you might like.  I just need to get the stuff and then I'll post (with pics) my project.  Hopefully it will be successful. 

I also have some more "Story Starters" to put into the Idea Depository, so be sure to check them out as well.

Thanks for stopping by to visit!

~Oddyssey