#SOL22 March Musings Day 14: A Day in Six-Word Memoirs

Have you ever thought of your life as a series of six-word memoirs. "A Day in Six-Word Memoirs" is an interesting format being used as a writing prompt on Two Writing Teachers. I am not sure who shared the format but I thought it was a good way to reflect on a day. (If you know who offered this format, please let me know.)

MARCH 14TH

day overstuffed with a to-do list

NOW

scurrying around to finish another task

APPRECIATE

late-night writing when all is quiet

MUST

tired of thinking, prepare for surgery

POSITIVITY

new lens, new view on life

      ©CV2022 

March 14th is now. Tackle the must-do tasks of each day with faith and positivity.

Appreciate life!

YOUR TURN

Can you write your day in a six-word memoir? Find the positives of any one-day mixed in with the must-dos.

Thank you Two Writing Teachers for this daily meeting place to connect with a community of reflective writers. 

#SOL22 March Musings Day 11: The Nature of March

If you are one of the many who are growing tired of the push-pull of Mother Nature in March, then, hold on because there is a late-winter storm brewing. March is always the iffy month, weather-wise. Today, in Northern Virginia, we had mid-60 degree weather and sunshine. Tomorrow, the temperature dips The following quote may explain a little more. 

In March winter is holding back and spring is pulling forward. Something holds and something pulls inside of us too." - Jean Hersey

Are you feeling the push and pull? If so:

I am in the process of organizing the offerings of image poems and nature photography for my online Winter's Embrace Gallery of Artistic Expressions. You are invited to add your digital work to the gallery. 

Disregard the deadline date above.

Thank you Two Writing Teachers for this daily meeting place to connect with a community of reflective writers.

Uncertainty

I knew that the pile-up of tasks, commitments, and appointments would backfire sooner or later. Instead of feeling relieved that some projects for the house are underway, I feel rushed and scattered. I frantically move from room to room trying to find items buried deep in what looks like mounds of snow inside my house. In fact, this is one reason for not slicing last week. The other reason is that I was Grandma sitting for the little grandgirls. All my attention had to be devoted to the little ones and nap time was not long enough. BUT the five-day experience was filled with happiness!

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There is uncertainty in the way I am moving these days. Besides misplacing important papers, I hit a brick wall. It appears that my muse temporarily took a vacation. The sun is shining and the temperature is up to 48 degrees. In addition, the snow has melted. By the number of people out and about, it looks like spring fever has spread. Without my muse, I struggled with today's prompt challenge at Laura Shovan's 10th Annual February Poetry Project. 

Have you ever heard of the girl band, The Bangles? They took Simon and Garfunkel's 1966 song, A Hazy Shade of Winter, and turned it into a "harder-edged rock song" in the 1980's, titled Hazy Shade of Winter. I love the song and it has been playing over and over in my mind since last night when Matthew Winner asked the group of writers to create a poetic expression using the song. Since I love the winter season with its ambiance, I thought this would be fun. Well, fun turned into more research than expected. In addition, I investigated many formats, such as a blackout poem, rhyming/non-rhyming poems, and free verse. I kept the various versions but decided not to use them. So this morning, I scraped the formats and started with the thoughts. I submitted my last revision with uncertainty recently. Will it survive? Will comments help me revise one more time? As the song says, "Time, time, time. See what's become of me. While I looked around for possibilities."

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Here is what I decided upon. (Hmm! Muse, where are you?)

Time Passes On 

Under a hazy shade of winter, hope rises like smoke from stoked fire pits. Over there, leaves of brown cling to a crystallized mound. Here, chimes tinkle on porches; lights twinkle on posts. Music floats out from stereo speakers. Snowdrops sprout. Springtime shouts; scenery changes. Spring bows gracefully to Winter’s soulful gaze as Time passes on.

possibilities

it’s the springtimes of our lives

hang on to hopes

©CarolVarsalona, 2022, draft

Bangles, Hazy Shade of Winter YouTube

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It's Slice of Life Tuesday at Two Writing Teachers.

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Some Slicers have offered their artistic expressions for my Winter's Embrace Global Gallery. I invite you to showcase one work for the gallery.

The deadline is extended.

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What does one of my online galleries look like? Click here.