May is National Mental Health Month. Take care of you and yours…don’t suffer in silence. You are not alone. Peace and Healing ~ kat
back
forth and
rutted deep
sick spiraling
gloom’s unrelenting
misfired synapses
serotonin deficient
darkening blots on gray matter
…depression…
darkening blots on gray matter
serotonin deficient
misfired synapses
gloom’s unrelenting
sick spiraling
rutted deep
forth and
back.
kat ~ 21 May 2016
(An Octet/Palindrome)
Today’s Word of the Day from Dictionary.com is Inspissate. Seems like a fairly cut and dried (pun intended) word. Think making gravy…adding a bit of cornstarch or flour and heat for thickening. At least that was my first take:
Inspissate Haiku
Try adding cornstarch
to inspissate thin gravy
don’t forget to stir!
But then I googled the word and found this it is heavily (pun intended) used in the medical field when referring to bodily secretions and excretions thickened through dehydration or disease. (See the google suggestions below).
Of course I had to share my findings with you! You’re welcome! (…evil grin…) Think of me next time you sit down to a lovely meal with a steaming boat of savory, thick, or rather, inspissated gravy and remember that in some odd linguistic twist…we are what we eat…what goes up must come down…what goes in, generally comes out. EWWWW! I best drop off this spiral before I drown in this inspissating quicksand of ickiness! If there is such a thing as a word earworm…this is it!
Have a great weekend! 🙂
How amusing to find that my friend Jacqueline of A Cooking Pot and Twisted Tales (and our Challenge Hostess) chose to feature art for her selections this week! I had been planning to share a peak into my art room for the past two weeks! My busy schedule did not allow me to share last week, but I finally found a quiet moment to pull out some of my paintings. The truth is I am itching to get my hands back at it. But I have so enjoyed writing. Trying to find the time to do both!!! At any rate, here’s a bit of me on canvas. Have a great week!!!! 😊
My first acrylic painting. Art class for a play day at work. 😊
“Loving With Arms Wide Open” 1999
Winter Tree
Moonlight
Beachscape – watercolor on gesso
Beach – watercolor
Jesus Weeping
Deceived
Blue
The Closet
Innocence
Angel
Eos Rising
Faerie
Seeker
Sunflowers
Grace
Flight
A Cleave Poem for Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge “Message in a Bottle” with the prompt words: ethereal, placid, meander, forget, silver.
A cleave poem is three poems in one. To read it, start with the first “column” (in plain text) from top to bottom, then read the second (in bold italics), and finally read each line all the way across. In this Cleave poem there are two stories to tell, worlds apart until the message in a bottle connects them. It is serendipitous! 🙂
I found your message do you think of me?
as I meandered along the placid sea I know you are there
under the silver moon somewhere in the ethereal mist
I have sensed your presence forever so I wrote my heart
visiting my dreams, azure strokes of ink on parchment
your kisses on the cool breeze trusting destiny’s providence
waves caressing my feet to deliver this message
as the sun sets past the horizon on some distant shore
where you wait…and now I wait.
kat ~ 18 May 2016
“Will you PLEASE get off the floor Sarah!?”
“I’m good. Really! How much longer?”
“We’re almost there. But you’re missing the view. If you could just slide up onto the seat…”
“Nope! I told you, I’m good. Take pictures.”
It was not going the way Nick envisioned it. The banner was coming into view on the hillside. Everyone could see it. Everyone, that is, but Sarah, whose fear of heights had sent her into a panic.
Frustrated, Nick took a photo on his phone, then dropped to the floor where Sarah sat with her arms wrapped around her knees.
He held the phone for her to see.
“Will you Marry Me, Sarah?” the banner said.
Sarah looked at the phone, at Nick, and then at the other passengers, whose faces were beaming with anticipation. When she looked back at Nick, he was holding a ring in his other hand.
She shook her head. “I hate you, you know! But yes…YES! I will marry you!” Everyone cheered!
Nick smiled, holding her close as he leaned in whispering, “I guess this means my idea to exchange our vows in a hot air balloon is a bust…”
kat ~ 18 May 2016
(194 Words)
Flash Fiction for Sunday’s Photo Fiction Challenge prompted by the photo above. To read more click HERE.
like mercury colliding... 