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

Small Stories -Edited for Clarity

Most of you know the rules to for Saturday Centus, but in case you don't, click on the button on my sidebar to learn about it and read the creative entries.  There you will also find links to Jenny's other blogs.  Here is my contribution for this week:

“Surprise. I’m pregnant!”

These words rang out as my daughter Mallory popped in my kitchen door.  

My heart caught in my throat.  Pregnant?  She knew she was not supposed to get pregnant, so if this were a joke, it was a poorly thought-out one.

“But, Sweetie......”

“No buts!  I have a baby growing inside me, so don’t ruin it for me.”

“But...”

“I said no buts!  All I’ve ever known for sure is that I want to be a mother.  Now I’m gonna be one.”

“Well, I'm pregnant, too.  Who’s going to take you to chemo while I’m home with morning sickness?”

© Claudia Schlottman

August 28,2011

It's Not Always Easy

It’s Six Word Fridays time again, and Melissa’s prompt is “easy.”  To learn all about this meme and read the other entries, click on the Six Word Fridays button on my sidebar.  

I’m Writing Under the Influence of Lortab, so forgive me if my words are a little slurred.  To learn about why I’m saying “Yes” to drugs, please visit The Red Sweater.  The last two posts tell the sad tale.

Now, here’s my offering for today.

not always easy

sometimes a piece of work

drips off the ends of my

fingers   slides across my

keyboard & writes itself

at others   words wedged in

creases of my right brain 

   await excavation   

   conveyance to the page

words   my dearest lovers

   my worst of enemies

serve me at their pleasure

& make of me their slave




© cj Schlottman