The Marathon journey is in its third year. Put Pen to Paper is the current incarnation.
Back at Montco this week on March 28 for Marathon time.
It’s cold this morning, a little below freezing, but sunny. I noticed something interesting as I walked up to College Hall – where the sun hits the ground, the frost is melted away, but in the slightest shadow, it lingers. It made for some beautiful colors and patterns across the grass. It’s hard to see in the photos, but take my word for it.
All right. I entered College Hall
went into the library and set my work items up on the middle table on the main floor.
After getting settled, I thought over my plan for today. Which is…no plan at all. My routine has been the opposite of repetitive in the last few weeks, mostly because my husband is changing jobs and we’ve been using the interim time to get a lot of things done at our house.
Well, the new job starts on Monday, so that pursuit will end, but I’m planning for some changes in routine myself, mostly related to doing more of what I was already doing, but differently. Plus maybe some new things. Can there be such a thing as amorphous plans?
Yes, I think so. I’m living proof. Let’s just see how things go. Meanwhile, let me get back to today and its activities. I took this page in my notebook where I’d glued two columns of randomly-chosen phrases from old books.
I sorted out any that had three or five syllables and made a list of each category. Then I set myself the game of trying to make haiku or shadormas using one or more lines. You’d be surprised how your mind can take a chance phrase and find a way for it to free some other thoughts you had filed away just waiting.
After finishing up much of the list (I used more than one phrase in a poem in some cases) I headed to the grocery store café for lunch and Little Vines.
Here are a few samples of what I did today.
A shadorma chain. The words I started with were “The bargain”.
my dense hide
could be sandpapered right off
if I had the guts
and the will
to flip to thin-skinned
in just one
I like ouch-giving more than
ouch-taking. No deal.
A shadorma. I was at the dentist yesterday. I don’t mind going there but some people do. The phrases I used were “I know by the way” and “you’re a few minutes early”.
we wait and
I know by the way
wring your hands
you’re a few minutes early
and wish you weren’t here.
Another shadorma. “get rid of” was the starting point phrase.
get rid of
what do you
think will be
the whole point of it without
Another shadorma. Many years ago I worked with a woman who had this mannerism. The word here was “fingernails”.
tap the desk click click
You look here
they say and
their red-painted angry dance
breaks you as you look.
not a good-bye tribute
he’s not a cheater
I can tell
yes no maybe
first they swoop in the vultures and then
what’s your name? what’s your flavor? they ask
when you cry salty tears they shake red pepper on you
I never saw it coming
her glorious lilac-green smile
a private paint brand straight from her heart
I am not just a machine
all sparking wires and fizzing fuses
I am vengeful. It will be so easy to say good-bye to you.
a crustacean at the buffet
everyone saw it but I’m the one who stuck out my plate:
Sweetheart, will you dance with me?
two side pockets
no proof of any money
in either of them
he said she said is all we’ve got
it’s easy to be a story that doesn’t end
but where does it get you?
hop and be quick about it
an insalubrious turn of events at our place of business
now we’re playing musical chairs to see who gets laid off
you told me
let me pave the way for you
you leaped to drive the steamroller
A letter of recommendation would have been plenty sufficient.
I’ve had my share of fistfights
My version of a slinky social patter
adjusted for the location and the company
at the intersection
I no longer remember who you’re supposed to be
four down or thirty-three across?
roll under the refrigerator
no one ever finds out
I label all the files
I don’t keep secrets
you are so much in fashion
I said yes before you even asked
one really good life is all I want
the time ticks by
it looks less and less likely
I don’t like strangers
each one is too much of a fresh start
I no longer have the heart for
Thank you for reading!