SOLC10: The Fish

The water bubbler hums as usual and you can almost hear the water trickling around. The fish move around slowly but in the same old pattern. There is the first guppy. She's not the prettiest fish bowl. She's dull yellow and fat as a marble. The other one looks nicer, which makes sense because he hasn't lived in our disgusting tank for quite as long. There is also a baby guppy who is the cutest fish ever as in like ever. The last fish is an Oxi-killer which isn't the actual name of its species but in this day and age, who has time to keep up with the actual type of fish. There is a pagoda to hide in and a bright pink plant to be blinded by. Oh the life of a fish such lucky little guys. Living in dirty water and eating their hearts out. Brava.

SOLC9: Cutie

 Hungry. I am so hungry. Time for a snack. What do I have? There, there it is; a perfect little ball of crinkly orange skin with one tiny green pin point on one side and a stem on the other. It’s that classic color, a happy yellow orange. It fits perfectly inside my hand and is cool to the touch. On its side are two stickers, one purple and one blue. The first sticker reads “Count on Cuties”. Nice catchphrase. It’s short, sweet, and only a tiny bit cliché; but what can you do? The other reads “Juggling Cuties”. Umm, okay. Am I missing something here? The picture is a little cartoon “Cutie” juggling while riding a unicycle. This, I don’t get. What’s the point? Oh well it doesn’t matter. It’s just a tiny piece of sticky paper to entertain the mind of a child. And get them to eat fruit? Perhaps to make the whole experience more fun. My mind is certainly entertained with questioning the reasoning behind “Juggling Cuties”. But what does this matter anyways. I’m still hungry and the mini citrus fruit is in the palm of my hand.

SOLC8: Books

There is some kind of magic that comes with a book. I can’t explain what kind, but I’m pretty sure that you can’t either. The pages have a quiet sound when they turn, unexplainable just like the magic. A sort of simplistic perfection found in the quiet corners of decomposing paper. Untouched by reality with covers and jackets to keep the enchantment enclosed. And so the fading print is confined within the walls of the title. The stories inside each sheet changing thoughts and opinions for all who touch it. The books on the table by the door hold more than just words, but differences and change. That is the magic of books.

SOLC7: Boxes

 So here's the thing, kids like boxes. They just do. And there is seriously no reason for them not to. The cardboard box is a unique and unstoppable force. It cannot be truly changed without fully ripping it apart. It will still be a cardboard box. But maybe that's what makes it so sentimental. And of course there are the tiny construction workers. "Oh look! My little Mary-Ann made a helicopter out of the box our blender came in! Isn't that just so adorable?" And that's the beauty of it. It doesn't matter what you make out of your cardboard box. If you are a small child using you're resources you will be doted on. You could make something completely absurd and still be appreciated. I being no longer able to be a turtle with a box for a shell and still be accepted in society; must find more creative yet conventional methods. Here is one example of how I have recently used a cardboard box:
 

SOLC6: Tanzi

With sunset-tinted scales and scattered grey spots, the desert landscape is funneled into one six inch, cold blooded creature. The feeling of sand tossed up, sideways, and through faraway lands can be found even in the big city of Denver. But even though the reptile beast embodies the harsh deserts, she is calm and composed. Her face is a diamond, the only impurities being her own delicate features. Two tiny nostrils at the front of the snout, balanced above the pink smile. A pair of rounded eyes in a dusky grey with a cracking coat of black. A pinkish ear on each side of the head alerts her to anything and everything around her. And when she’s unexpectedly lifted into the air above her there is nothing new noticed, except for the soft white belly.

SOLC5: Thursday Scribble

This is the first of my scribbles series. These will be a laid-out collection of my doodles. Today's scribble also has a poem to go with it. Enjoy.

Tea?
Some for me
And some for you
And may I ask
One lump or two?
Let’s talk of things
To eat or do
How sky is red
And tree is blue
Where Kitty is
And how she grew
The way we sit
A tad askew
With Mr. Pink
And Titan too
And Hart who’s found
A new issue
But there’s the clock
Right on its cue
So now we must
Say our adieu
To Mr. Pink
And Titan too
And Hart annoyed
By something new
But thank you for 
The tea.

SOLC4: Poemcrazy

Wooldridge, Susan. Poemcrazy: Freeing Your Life with Words. New York: Three Rivers, 1997. 

 

This week I started reading a book called Poemcrazy. This is a book about writing poems that also tells a couple of stories about the author and people she knows. It also gives some writing prompts or “practices” for the reader to try in order to improve their poetry. Some of the things are very simple, asking to write about a specific subject of topic. Others are a little more obscure. “Draw your name.” “Notice anything that spirals,” “Be open to unexpected words and adventures.” The book is creative, exciting, and fun to read. It teaches basics of writing poetry and coming up with ideas.