Friday, July 23, 2010

Color of Midnight Rain

**Many thanks to my brother in law for his unexpected play on words as he described the color of Blue to my eldest daughter. His phrase"Color of Midnight Rain" reminded me of some other things in life and hence, it sparked this poem to life a few weeks ago.**

 photo below taken from this site: Desktop Nexus

Color of Midnight Rain by April Gerard written on 7-5-2010

The mood,
the sway,
the cast of Virgin blue.

It speaks of you,
like the color of midnight rain.

A tie,
knotted rope,
Anchored deep in emotion


A ship rocked,
with hardened waves,
unable to move from the storm.

It feels of you,
this mood colored of midnight rains.

Friday, July 16, 2010

Photographs: A Short Story of fiction by April Gerard

**again, picture is not mine- found it on superstock and it did not give who was the photo's owner..but it does fit the theme of my little short story here so I hope they do not mind me using it**

Photographs: A Short Story of Fiction
written by April Gerard

She lifted the photograph from her stand near the sofa and pressed her worn, wrinkled hands over the glass- as if to caress the memories it conjured in her mind. So many years have gone by she thought. It was getting more and more difficult to get around these days. She sat down slowly, holding on to her cane to brace her body from falling down too suddenly. Old age it seems has a way of catching you unawares.

A smile came to her lips, but only half so, as if in disbelief that the picture was really so long ago. They were all grown now, beautiful souls they were. Handfuls back then. She let her hands run along the edge of the frame and with a sigh, held it in both hands at her lap and she lifted her chin a bit while her eyes gazed off into the memories of the distant past.

"Mama, Where are we going?" the youngest yelled from the back seat. The two boys were fighting over who got the rubix cube next. One had undone the seatbelt reaching over the girls to the other, trying to take it out of the other boy's hand.

"Darrin, that's enough! You get your tail end buckled back up or so help me I'll make sure your butt's blistered good and red if I got to pull over this here car!" She shook her head, put her elbow up on the window sill to let her hand rest on her forehead. It took every bit of fiber in her being not to let them tears run down her cheeks while she kept her hand on the wheel and the eyes back and forth between the road ahead of her, the rearview mirror, and the children in between. The car, a big boat, seemed as sluggish as she felt- overworked and over worn with use. She had crammed all their belongings in that pale mint green '69 buick skylark. Damn two door things were heavy as hell, but they at least kept the kids inside the vehicle.

"Mama, are we there yet?" one of the girls piped up.

"Yeah Mama I'm hungry!" the other said.

"You might be hungry, but I gotta go pee! Mama I gotta go pee!" said the first girl.

"Give me that back! MAMA! Darrin took it and he won't give it back!" that was Damian, trying hard not to let his tears of frustration eek outta his eyes. Him and his brother never could get along. Even to this day they still had them fights that liked to near knock the breath outta her. Her own eyes misted a bit, that day had been a hard one. For the kids, it had just been one long, hot, and tiring drive. They hadn't known that they weren't coming back. If they had lord knows that her two oldest ones might never have stepped inside the car. 

They had tried so hard to please that bastard of a man, they adored him and feared him 'tall the same time. They never knew it weren't supposed to be that way.

The weathers were a brewing up a storm that day. She could feel it in her bones, the way you knew for certain hard times were up ahead. And she had been right. Those next few months with them kids of hers were near more than she could take, but she did. Raised up right and proper she did. Well, at least as much as any one Mama could do on her own in them days.

She looked a good while at her hands, noting the wrinkles & the new browning spots coming up here and there, hardly noticeable to the untrained eye. So many changes in her since then. That day had been her 24th birthday.

She had had no real belongings of her own, raising up kids while she was near a youngun' herself. Talia & Darrin both born less than a year apart when she was 15. But man how her eyes thought the world of their father then.

He was gonna rescue her, swept her clean off her feet with them there innocent eyes of hers looking at him like he was a the way outta the dirt poor conditions waiting for her at her Mam's house. Yes Sir, he was gonna be a fine gentleman for her to be with. Not 'tall like them fellas looming across the street from her Mam's house. To hell with what all these nobody's around her thought, didn't look as though they were getting outta this place. No Sir, she was getting out and he was her ticket.

'Course she wasn't one for listening to what everybody else had to say either.  Lord knows she had to learn them there lessons the hard way. 

"Yes" She thought to herself, "I shore did have to learn 'em the hard way." She ran her fingers across the edge of the frame of the photograph.  So many many memories. Such a rough road, but one that had been well worth the travel.  Years, watching them grow into fine young men and women.  She smiled to herself, the road had definitely been worth the travel...even if it did seem near 'mpossible then....

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Seedling

Hope that everyone is having wonderful weekend. Here is a bit of poem from me to all of you .

**The picture below is not mine, I found it on the web a few months ago and really liked it...though I don't know to whom to credit it too, they do have their signature on it in the top left hand corner of the image and I hope they don't mind me using it in this instance.  I think it fits the poem of mine perfectly. **  



Seedling by April Gerard

A seedling I am
just a small thought
pocketed in determination's hands.

Ideas are growing
sprouting a few roots here and there
Plans, dreams, visions rooted in these.

Sprouts of courage,
of moving forward without looking back
making my way into this world of disarray

and loving what I see
and what could be...

The seedling planting seeds for the world to see.

Friday, July 2, 2010

To All

I apologize for my lack of postings everyone, I've been busy- but that's not really the reason (we all know that busyness has never stopped me before).  Its just that for now, I've been focusing on other things and when I sit down to write a blog post..things come out, but not things I want to share yet.  I don't really know what to do with that yet, so I figure its best to be patient with myself and let my mind sort things out on its own.  Some of these drafts are really wonderful, some not so great..but I am working on my creativity..just not posting it like normal.  And for those who were wondering, yes my book is on its way to being finished... not done, but getting there one step at a time. 

Thanks guys for reading my stuff and being patient with me...Hope everyone is doing well and that Life is bringing with it precious memories for you!