"Baby Got Back"

When I was a girl, I had a number of physical "attributes" which I fretted about and caused me all sorts of grief.  One of them, I swear, a song was written about (see title of this post).  If you don't know this song, don't go lookin' up the lyrics as they are crude, but you get the general idea.  I remember when I was young I never enjoyed that song and always turned it OFF as back then I was far too insecure.  As I have matured (ha! a nice word for aged), some of these don't bother me so much anymore.  I don't know if it is because I have grown to ignore them or accept them.  I will have to ponder that.

What about you?  Do you have a physical or personality trait which once was seen as a flaw but has ended up helping you succeed in life?  Or maybe it is the other way around.  Perhaps certain physical or mental traits once seen as an advantage have hindered your life's journey.

Feel free to explore this in a variety of ways.  Perhaps it is something you see in others: your child, a friend, an enemy, a movie star...   So hop aboard and let's JAM that Poetry!

Aphrodite's Jam

Tell us something about a well-known place in myth or fiction.  Something no one knows (until now) but you.  What flavor is Aphrodite's jam?  Whole wheat, or white?

I came back into poetry through NaNoWriMo, the write-a-novel-in-a-month insanity, and as November gets closer, I get itchy for narrative.  But I have the attention span of a...well, not a novelist.  And plotting:  forget it.  It's the details of those made-up worlds that get me buzzed.  What would Scarlet O'Hara's curtain dress smell like?  (or the inside of the Trojan horse)  What would an adult, looking out the kitchen window, see when we know Snoopy is at this typewriter?

Give us a little something that never made it into the story.  Awful. Wonderful.  Awfully silly.

through the eye of a poet

how do you get your inspiration for a poem?

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sometimes a poem comes to me whole and i barely have time to write the words down before they are completely gone. i feel those are the poems from my muse and i am merely the transcriber.

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sometimes i use word or image prompts from some of the great sites where one can look for inspiration {such as Poetry Jam.}

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sometimes i am inspired by a song and i will listen to it over and over on my headset as i write the poem on my laptop.

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many times it is a combination of two or three of these "prompts" which come together and show me the direction to take.

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of course, there are times when something starts to build in my mind which was not prompted by anything but what i am feeling or something i have seen or from out of nowhere.

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this week i would like to encourage you to use a photograph as your prompt.

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does a flower appeal to you?

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how about a magical wood?

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does the moon on a dark night set the stage for something mysterious?

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maybe the sun will show you a light?

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does the sea sing to you? maybe she dances or maybe she rages ~

only you know what she says to you.

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Ainsley Allmark, photographer and poet, generously allowed us the use of these five photographs as prompts for this week's poetry jam. please feel free to use one of these photos or from any other source which you would prefer. if you do use one of these photographs, please credit Ainsley and link back to his site:

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Photograph courtesy of Ainsley Allmark at Dolphin Visions

http://dolphin-visions.blogspot.com/

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i really hope you have a lot of fun with the prompt this week.

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dani . haiku love songs

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A drug-induced world

Hello jammers. FIRST OFF, I apologize for my coming by on Friday, the nervous and very close to deadline day. It's been a tough two weeks and I've changed accomodation from one place to the next and only have internet from time to time. Luckily! Today I have it. Hurrah!

So. I shall send you off with a rather medical theme. Prescribed drugs are part of our everyday lives, for some people it's what they live on, for some people it's just something that's come along on the way. In my short life I have encountered doctors who want to solve everything problem with a pill. Like the world is just a big pile or bubblewrap and whenever a bubble is burst it needs filling instead being supported to live in its new, lowered state. I guess I might've gone a bit too far with the bubblewrap, but I hope you get the picture. 

The human mind is still mostly an unknown territory. Everything is linked to another thing, which means different drugs when put together have whole different effects. What is your view on prescribed drugs? Painkillers, sedatives, allergy meds? Anti-depressants? I don't want an essay, this is poetry jam. But you rarely see poetry on medication. And I'm curious. 

I, for one, have been living in a spiral of anti-depressants, sleeping meds and sedatives for several years, asthma meds have accompanied me my whole life. I have terrible hatred towards any sort of pill. I fear it'll mess with my brain or my body in a way it isn't supposed to. So, if anything good comes of it, the hallucinations I get now and then give me things to write about.

So, jammers...

Xanax, anyone?

watch this space

heyy'all, I don't have word from Lilu yet about her theme, but if there's nothing posted by Saturday evening when I pass by here, I'll post one. I know how you guys love your jam. Can't do without it.