IWSG: Wise Revisions

                                                               

I originally wrote this for the second official IWSG meeting in October 2011. The group has grown so much since then, and continues to flourish under the leadership of   Alex J. Cavanaugh.

Wise Revisions

 

Writing helps connect the dots,
That open worlds of wonder.
Reading in between the lines,
Turn clear skies into thunder.

Waiting for the inspiration,
Sequestered in a silent rage.
Staring at an empty screen,
Wishing words upon the page.

Suddenly the switch turns on,
While ideas churn like butter.
At last the curse is lifted,
As butterflies converge to flutter.

Plagued by second thoughts,
Weary of a cool reception.
Any hopes of turning heads,
Are fueled by misconceptions.

Regrets I have many,
Nervous twitches I have but few.
If only I had begun at twenty,
Should haves adhere to me like glue.

The phone rings, changing tones,
There's talk of staging a tour.
My hair, my shoes, what will I say?
Thank goodness, I'm not insecure.
 

Susanna Leonard Hill's Halloweensie Contest

courtesy Google Images

Children's author Susanna Leonard Hill has braved the 'Frankenstorm' to host the  Halloweensie Contest. The entries must be one hundred words or less and include the words witch, bat, and "trick-or-treat." Everyone is welcome to join in through the rest of today. However, Susanna is willing to extend the deadline until Friday if anyone needs extra time due to power outages. Just let her know.

On a serious note, my thoughts and prayers go out to our East Coast friends who have had to endure the devastating path of Hurricane Sandy.
                                                          
                                                                   

Which Witch Switch Hits?

The witch was up to bat,

She took a swing with her broom.

The ball was struck so hard,

It could have reached the moon.

The other team was outraged,

She must have cast a spell.

But she practiced hours everyday,

Surely they could tell.

Next the witch stirred a hearty brew,

And sprinkled horn of toad.

But the hex was not complete,

Without pumpkin pie ala mode.

Hence the team of trick-or-treaters,

Were transformed into a larvae of roach.

As the witch served the Bad Sport Potion,

Disguised as their disgruntled coach.

-Julie Kemp Pick