cj Gets it Right @ Small Stories and Such

“cj, what were you thinking?  It’s not like you to ignore the rules.  I am very disappointed in you.  I clearly stated that the exercise would be in dialogue, and you wrote a fanciful poem instead.  You will have to write, ‘I will always read the rules carefully’ 100 times on the blackboard.”  


“Please, Mrs. Jenny, may I do it another time?  I have softball practice, and Coach will have my hide if I miss it.”  


“Young lady, you are responsible for your own actions and the consequences thereof.  You may be accountable to Coach, but right now, I own you.  Start writing.”   


Later............


“Jenny, you’ve had one drink already.  Are you seriously ordering another Martini?”  


“I’m seriously ordering another Martini.  You don’t know what a challenge and a pain in my backside that Schlottman girl can be.   


© cjschlottman 2011

Saturday Centus has come around once more, and Jenny has given us 156 words to come up with a piece based on the prompt, “Are you seriously ordering another martini?”  Other than the extended word count, the rules are as usual.  Don’t know the rules?  Just click on the Saturday Centus button on my sidebar to learn all about this crafty meme and read all the entries.  You’ll find links to Jenny Matlock’s other blogs as well.  If you’ve never played with us on Saturday, please come join us!

My offering for today.

i seriously am

martinis are my drug of choice  

i like mine made with ketel one 

frosty cold and straight up   garnished 

with two olives   not fancy ones

   green ones with pimiento inside

the masterpiece arrives in a 

little silver shaker on a 

black enamel tray   the waiter

shakes it and in a display that 

leaves me breathless   pours the elixir 

into my glass   crystal   of course

when the icy rim touches my

lips   i close my eyes and exhale

a sigh as big as montana

i caress the rim of the glass

with my finger   stir the contents

with the olives held captive on

see-through plastic mini-swords 

i prefer my martini served

on a charger   no square paper 

napkin for my regal cocktail

and no one ever has to ask 

“are you seriously ordering

another martini?”

i seriously am

© cjschlottman 2011

In The Ditch

My good friend Jenny Matlock has done done it now!  The thought of writing lyrics gives me heartburn.  Nonetheless, I have tried my best at this lyrical prompt, a verse to the tune of "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star."  The prompt is "In the Autumn."   


To find all about Jenny's creative meme, click on the Saturday Centus button on my side bar.  Once there, you can read this week's entries and follow Jenny's other blogs!


Here is my lame attempt at this week's challenge, and I do mean challenge.




In The Ditch


At this prompt I so do suck 
makes me want to run amuck. 
Jenny’s Tangent’s in the ditch 
‘cause I cannot scratch this itch. 
In the autumn air I find 
nothing that will come to mind.   


© cj Schlottman 2011

Over A Cliff

Here is my offering for Melissa's Six Word Fridays.  I'm a day late, but it seems I often am.  To learn more about this creative meme, please click on the Six Word Fridays link on my sidebar.  There you can learn all the rules and read the entries - and yes, post a piece of your own!  Today's prompt is "connect," and here is what I did with it - a poem of six syllable lines.

Over A Cliff

I am unable to 
connect the dots that form

a whole picture of

this mess that is my son.

Stories conflict   plans are 

made   then unmade   maybe

never made at all   just

fabricated in his

quest to manipulate

my world   insinuate

himself back into a

position of power

from which his illness will

infect me   bring me once

more into the cyclone 

of co-dependant craziness

he so craves and that would

drive my life like a run-

away bus straight over

the edge of a steep cliff.

Ragtop

Ragtop

He wears a smile wide as the sky, eyes gleaming in the last of summer’s warmth.  He stands on first one foot then the other, a look of pleading at the surface of his tanned and rosy cheeks.  “Mother, May I take the ragtop for one last spin before you garage her for the winter?”  

An approving nod sends him grabbing keys, darting out the door, making a bee line for Julie’s house.  (Mother didn’t ask).

She opens the door, smiles. He takes her in hims arms, kicks the door closed as she whispers, “They won’t be home until late tonight.”

© cj Schlottman

September 11, 2011

Linked to Saturday Centus

Your Crooked Smile

There are times when I am 

moved to tears / cannot hold back

the sadness or joy that

catches in my throat /steals

my breath / chokes the words I

intend to say out loud.

The sound of your Texan’s

brogue / your bourbon laced breath

move me to open my 

heart / spill it over you

in kisses / caresses

I save for you alone.

Memories of loss move

me to the edge of

sanity   only to 

loosen their grip when you 

appear in dreams / wake

me with your crooked smile.

© cj Schlottman

September 09, 2011

Exchange @ Small Stories and Stuff

Each week, Melissa at Making Things Up hosts a meme called Six Word Fridays.  She provides a prompt from which we are to create a six word sentence or a six line poem or a poem with six syllables per line, all relevant to the prompt.  You get the idea.  There are many possibilities.  To get all the rules and read the entries, click on the Six Word Fridays button on my side bar.

exchange

my sister and I exchanged identities

she went to the stock exchange

i became an exchange student

then we decided to exchange places

we exchanged books & cookie recipes

waiting on line to exchange currency

we exchanged looks as we witnessed

a prisoner exchange at the airport

disguised as a diplomatic exchange &

we had an exchange of ideas

deciding to exchange directions & start

a recipe exchange &  drop in

at the mercantile exchange on our

way home to exchange ourselves back

© cj Schlottman

August, 2011