Odd Poetry

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Ninny Rhino – the Mini-WriMo – day 12

Of course I’ve written poetry
from time to time

like all of us
who live with words in our heads
and a pen in the hand

though nowadays
perhaps an iPhone is the tool
or another electronic device
which is handy and
simple to move

but I never bother
about hexameter
and such
and never could write
a sonnet

I’ve more of a prosodic mind
following the rhythm
and occasionally add
a misfitted rhyme

Monday evening – and Ninny Rhino

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We have had terrible weather this weekend. Maybe I exaggerate a bit, but it has been some really fierce winds. Storm, when worst. Friday was at least sunny so the fact I had to go out on my bike, wasn’t that bad after all. Was lucky too, didn’t have the wind totally against me.

Saturday, on the contrary, offered not only storm gusts, but also rain. I stayed indoors the entire day.

I let the vacuum cleaner chase dust rats, I did the dishes – but mostly I was watching old episodes of Dr Who and doing solitaires on the iPad. Napping, of course. I do a lot of napping nowadays. Sunday, the weather had cleared up a bit, and I went for a short bike-ride. Only 8,3 kilometer. Bought bananas too…

I confess! I haven’t written a word since the last blog post! But I have continued to clean up among files and folders. It’s crazy how many copies, and copies of copies, there are on the hard drive. Still not finished that work, but slowly getting at least some order in the mess.

Today, I had an appointment with my physiotherapist before lunch, and late afternoon I paid a visit to the painting-study-group. At least I, could need a bit of proper “studying”.

On the other hand, I think painting is really fun to occupy myself with; but it is painting with words, that is my real vocation.

The colorful one

Despite the fact a 7-year-old can paint better than I, the colorful woman I did the last time, now has got a sister.
The “teacher” didn’t say much. Just asked if I had copied some image of a sort. “No”, I answered, and realized he had totally forgotten about my colorful other.

Then he left me, and I kept on struggling with painting lips.

The sister. A bit more… punky! Ey? I wonder why I painted those red thingies on both sides of her… ??? I mean – the thingies in her hair, are supposed to be there. But the other ones???

As I said – a 7-year-old could do this better, but…

I. Don’t. Care!!!

… a girl just got to have fun…

Apropos the Ninny Rhino! I’ve decided to extend my commitment for the entire March, not only 9 days. I know I haven’t actually written anything, but it makes me land in a writer-mood. I’ve began longing for writing something more than occasional blog posts.

There is this prompt for March month that Diana Wallace Peach at Myths of the Mirror has on her blog. And I’m really tempted to join in.

Computing

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Also the 6th day of 9 of Ninny Rhino. Though it is still early in the morning and I am still in bed.

Spent way too many hours yesterday sitting at my desk in front of my Laptop. The Rhino 🦏 and the new Scrivener triggered an urge to get it all neat and tidy among my endlessly amount of files and folders with writing stuff. It’s quite frightening how many copies and versions I have of everything.

I can hardly see the woods for all the trees! If you catch my drift…

So I have been moving files, and deleting files, and searched for what I have from different angles. Very tiring but also very satisfying to do so. Still, I have loads left to maintain.

Today though, I’ll be with friends both during forenoon and afternoon. I love ❤️ my Thursdays!

But after dinner, this evening, I’ll most likely be seated at my desk in front of my laptop again. Or maybe in the sofa.

Ninny Rhino – day 3

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Today I have written a blog post – The next book – about Hemingway, a kind of revue after been listening to his novel,  “The sun also rises”. Good stuff! 😉

Have also gathered all those old Word documents I found yesterday into one, and uploaded the entire text to Scrivener. Read all of it, and found I could divide the text into two separate memory banks.

I also saved these two different documents in Pages. Not particularly necessary to meddle more than I have to with Word and Microsoft.

The first circa 75% was about my childhood, where I lived, and what the house looked like. Also about my family and how we lived. Mom, Dad, brother, sister, grandma. Nothing odd or special, really. Pretty nice, and feels good to have those nostalgic notations.

I had named this part “The house of my Childhood”, and not only meaning the actual building. Don’t think I will do anything special with this part though. At least not at present time.

30 pages and 17 510 words…

 

The other circa 25% text, was all about my first husband, who also is the father of my three daughters. Not a pretty reading. Not at all. Not a pretty life I had way back then…

When I originally wrote this, I had named this part “Memories of a Vampire”. Of course, literally speaking he was no vampire, but it is possible to suck the life blood out of someone in other ways…

Have absolutely no idea now, whether or not I’ll use this in some story of sort. But I feel I need to use this to be able to continue working with myself. Many years of anxiety, overeating, low self esteem, muscle pain etc, has a lot to do with the years I spent with him. And probably the pain and stiffness I still have in my body.

So there is a reason for everything! I needed this information, this push, to be able to continue my healing process. And I got it!

It felt awful to read this part! It really hurt in many ways to be reminded of all that happened to me, to my kids, to his parents, to other people…

And now I saw him a bit objectively in my text – what a manipulative beast he was.

I can’t say I feel particularly well now, with a lot of memories popping up. But I’m okay! All that is in the past, and can’t hurt neither me nor anyone else anymore.

11 pages and 6513 words