From The Balcony Of No Sleep: Changes


It seems time brings so many new changes in life.  I imagined a lot of things when I was young, but if you were to tell me that I would be talking on the phone looking at my grandkids faces or using a I-pod for a stereo or a laptop well I would have thought you were imagining a lot too.   I remember years ago my husband telling me one day you would be able to make face to face phone calls, I thought he had been watching too many Si Fi movies.   I know  it is progress but is it ??   I am just as hooked as everyone else and it is good for so many things and even lifesaving sometimes, but again in many ways I see a bit of tearing some things down as well as help but is it balanced?

I guess that is up to each individual.  I see communication breaking down in families due to a lot of these devices.   I see the good but I see the bad too.   Everyone is so busy that all they have time for is a text.  There is nothing like hearing someone’s voice even if it is on a phone at least you are talking to each other.  But then I see how nice it is to get a text when that is all  one can manage.   I will say for the first time I realize I am older, lol, I liked talking face to face with my kids and husband.  I liked the lack of those kinds of distractions it led to exciting monopoly games or wild water fights so much fun.  Sitting and talking for long periods of time, laughter and most important communication.  But everyone is so busy  now and I am grateful for these tools to use to see and talk to our loved ones when we can’t but I still miss the old ways on this one!

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From The Balcony Of No Sleep: The Holidays


First I will say Happy Thanksgiving!

Attitude of Gratitude, no matter what’s going on we still can find things to be grateful for!

When you don’t sleep silly thoughts go thru your head and they may not always come out the way you want but I am sharing anyway!   I am missing the fact that I most likely won’t be able to spend Thanksgiving and Christmas with my family and I know we all are going thru this but it makes me sad

So Prayers for everyone,

PLEASE stay healthy and wear your masks and distance so that you will be here and can celebrate the holidays to come and to read this silly poem!!

it wasn’t the night before Christmas

All thru the house

No one was getting excited even the mouse

So much trouble thru out the world

And the virus has us all twirled.

Christmas is not what is should be

Because our family and friends we cannot see

Wearing masks and six feet away

It is very sad is all I can say

But it is what has to be done

Hopefully death will be none

I wish you all a  Merry Christmas

Enjoy it for the real reason it is here

Pray for everyone you hold dear

Even people you don’t know

Prayer is the way to go

May the new year bring us a cure

And take away this virus that’s for sure

Keep peace  and love in your heart

That is a fact that is very smart

Hopefully a  miracle will happen soon

And maybe the Christmas as we want it will resume

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From the Balcony Of No Sleep! This too shall pass!


As more leaves fall the trees stand naked.

Their strength is shown as it is stripped down to what holds the leaves.

The branches reach out to the sun, with no leaves to hide their flaws.

And yet with all the knots and cracks in them they are still beautiful!

They know fall is leaving and winter is sneaking in.

They know they are now the show.

So they stand tall even with all their bends and turns.

But, for the winter they help hold the snow.

They help stand the wind. 

They help remind us that the seasons change

And

this too will be over and their leaves will return in Glory!

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From the Balcony Of No Sleep


This is an older one from 2011 but almost all my poems do come from the balcony and we have had some good winds going here for a few days and as I watched the wind play with the clouds and the trees this came to mind!  

The trees dance to different tunes

Wonderfully soft and graceful they sway

To the slow gentle melody in the breeze

Ever so gentle back and forth, side to side

Arms outstretched to their sides in unison

Waving as they bend easily, elegantly

Left…………………………………………………………………Right…………………………………………………………………………….

Long, fluid, deliberate and lingering

Left………………………………………………………………. Right…………………………………………………………………………….

Almost hypnotizing you as you watch.

Other times dancing outrageously their passion showing in swift motions

with a frenzy of movement

Arms flying passionately with wild abandonment

Up in the endless sky with no awareness of anything around

Just listening and led by the sound of the music the song that the wind plays and sings

the best is there is no charge the show is free

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From The Balcony of No Sleep


Well look who is back! I left and I have two blogs I wanted to do but they didn’t seem to be right for now. I don’t sleep much and so one’s mind is muddled when that happens and folks it damages you body as well as your mind. So try hard not to ruin your sleep pattern! So sometimes my mind is muddled and I write what I am feeling. It may not make sense but hopefully it will make you laugh sometimes and sometimes make you understand why sleep is important!

From my balcony of no sleep

I look out over the ocean so deep

But sadly I see the water is gone

Something must be terribly wrong

But then it could have been a dream

But they come so seldom it seems

It is hard to see reality when your mind is drained

And it is hard to get it back and retrained.

Sleep is an important time

Oh sleep why can’t you be mine!

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A PRAYER FOR TODAY PEACE


I promised a post about my trip to Greece and I am working on it. To be
honest it was a trip that had the most impact on us. We have been blessed to
see lots of the beauty this world has to offer. But Greece and the rest of the
tour was profound! So, I am still processing it. I am working on it.

Then of course I went to the BIG BLUES BENDER and am working on that
one because it deserves one.  But I will say If you like Blues itis something you should put on your bucket list. We don’t usually go to places we have been before because there is just too much to see and do. But this is our second year and we are already talking about next year and how to see more of the incredible music and acts there.

Music Is Medicine and food for the heart and soul.
Thank you to AJ and ALL of you who worked on putting it together. WOW what an incredible feat they accomplish the talent is mind boggling.

 I will write about both of these and share the wonderful adventures. You know me, lol and that my blogs are not regular but I love life and live it as much as I can and sometimes life gets in
our way of things!!

But today is 9/11!

I am putting out a prayer for us all

To all of you God Bless and Peace!

I remember turning on the TV for some reason in the morning and seeing the towers on fire and a feeling of Panic and fear came over me and I remember to take all my family and go hide somewhere because I didn’t know where it would stop or if it would. I was stunned and scared at such a horrifying sight. Today a prayer for everyone.

                                                  PEACE TO US ALL!

Dear God Bless all people lost and the families that lost family and friends in 9/11.

Dear God Thank you for ALL THE HERO’S WHO WORKED AND SAVED SO MANY. AND DEAR GOD PLEASE NEVER LET THIS HAPPEN AGAIN ANYWHERE IN THIS BEAUTIFUL WORLD OF OURS. MAY WE ALL COME TOGETHER IN PEACE! MAY GOD BLESS US ALL!

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Readers, Writers or just Lover of Books! What does your Dream Library Look Like???


Readers, Writers or just lover of Books

I wrote this back in 2011 based on a prompt from a writer I met. Now this
was right up my alley because I have always loved and collected books, way too
many.   Finally had to get rid of some. But one of my
dreams would be to have my own library in my home. Lately some of you have been posting pictures of libraries from around the world and they are magnificent! So, I decided to re-post this description of my library.

What would yours look like???   I really enjoyed thinking about this one!

Readers, Writers or just lover of
Books!

I have always wanted my own library.   I love books.  I think
they give so much enjoyment and information and stimulate your mind and
imagination and dreams.  If I had my own library this is what it would
look like.    The room would have high ceilings with crown molding
all around.  There would be big windows all through the room for light and
fresh air.  The book shelves would go almost to the ceiling.  I would
have the big ladders on wheels on each wall to reach all the books.

I would have some of my favorite pictures along the walls.
Maxwell Parish ‘s picture “Daybreak” (1922) would be over my desk.  I
would also have some pictures of old clipper ships.    Atkinson
Fox did some wonderful ones.    I would also look for pictures
of the many beautiful wonders of the world for the travel and history
sections.

I would have a print of the “Old King Cole” (1894) mural over the children’s
book collection.   The kid’s furniture would be of the same style and
quality as the rest of the room but smaller of course for my grandchildren whom I love to share the love of books with.   It would have wonderful
over-sized pillows of durable soft fabrics for the kids to sit on when we
read.    It of course has a good collection of one of my favorite authors from my childhood Robert Louis Stevenson.   They would have a small elegant writing table also with journals to encourage their writing.   I want them to appreciate the ritual of it with elegance.

The ceiling would be done in stellar vision which is a sky of stars and
constellations that illuminate at night painted on but do not show up in the
day.   It will also be a round domed style with a skylight.   One wall would have fireplace with an antique mantel which would be about 6 feet tall and 5 feet wide.  It would be specially made so the smoke would vent out so not hurt the books.   There would be two antique high back chairs and a small table in between them in front of the fireplace.    The chairs would be done in a durable silk.    The table would be an antique pie table (they are
called that because they are round on 3 legs and have fluted edges as a pie
crust does) in a rich mahogany.

The colors in the Library would be the dark mahogany, cherry or rosewoods with emerald greens and burgundy’s and reds and black in the furniture and rugs.    There might be a very small flower pattern but simple
not too overpowering on some of the chairs, others would be done in rich soft fabrics in solid colors.      The floor would be a dark rich Brazilian cherry wood and all the wood in the room would be a deep dark rich mahogany or rosewoods stained just so the beautiful grains of the
wood would show through.

There would be big thick lush Persian and Oriental old rugs
throughout.    On one side there would be two antique libraries
tables in rosewood with delicately carved legs.   The writing chairs
would be similar in style but comfortable chairs for writing or working with a few friends or my writing group sometimes.

My desk would be an antique of course and mahogany or rosewood with soft lines.   It would have some secret doors in it, just for the fun and
mystery of it.  I would have a secret room behind one of the bookcases to hide the file cabinets & supplies so they don’t spoil the elegance of the main
room.  Included would be a built-in coffee, espresso machine, a very small
sink and fridge, disguised of course behind beautiful wood cabinets and a place for a printer and supplies I would need for my writing.  It would have a little round table set with matching chairs to sit and have coffee if I had to
work to do in there. There would be an elegant powder room designed in Art Deco style.

I would have fresh flowers in Roseville or crystal vases all through the
library.  The lights would all be Art Deco stained glass or other unique
antique ones.    There would be some bigger ones hanging from
the ceiling as well as floor and table lamps throughout the room.   I
would have one of those big globes with the wood frame in one area.
It would light up for use at night.

I would have a few antique curio cabinets and book cabinets for special
books and my journals and some of my collectibles I like so when I take a break, I can see them.   Also intermingled with the books on shelves and maybe one or two bigger ones on the floor would be art work of bronze statues of elephants, and ladies of the 1800’s and some cupids, maybe some lions and a horse or two.

The room would have a built-in stereo system for my love of
music.   It would be on shuffle songs so that I would have a variety always
when I had it on.    There would be no television.

The room would smell of wood and just slight tinge of musk from age from the old collector’s books and the smell of fresh roses or sometimes jasmine,
intermingled with the smell of the richest deep dark espresso or
coffee.

There would be glass French doors leading out to a small patio with a round
wrought iron white table and chairs that over looked the garden for fresh air breaks or just to enjoy reading outside.  There would be ceramic pots of
cobalt blue with flowers all around and hanging fuchsias around with antique white wicker chairs around it.   The view would be of Mt Si, an incredibly beautiful mountain in the wonderful valley I live in at the base of the Cascades and my garden with its wrought iron antique gazebo and color splashed everywhere of nature’s wonderful gifts of flowers and trees.  There would also be some unique wind chimes and statues of stone.

And most important of all THE BOOKS!

The books would be a wide variety.   I would have a special area
where my desk is with all the poetry and other books I have written.    There would be a reference area with the special big dictionary on a wood book stand.   It would have a thesaurus and encyclopedias and other reference books needed and a beautiful Bible.      I would try
to include books from all the most brilliant writers and as many first editions I could get.   And I would have a wonderful collection for the
fiction section for fun reading.   I would have a section for poetry
books.   I am not sure with all the different books I want there
would be enough room.  I want all hard-back books with their wonderful
feel and the rich texture they have.   No paper covers or paperbacks
on the shelves.   The ones I like that are paperback I would have
redone in wonderful leather covers.   I would have books from all the
great philosophers and writers that I could find.   I want books that
covered things from all over the world and many subjects.  I probably
would have to have another room behind the bookcases with wall to wall from floor to ceiling shelves just to store more books.   I think I would
try to have at least one book from every major writer in each
category.

I can picture myself coming in the very early in the morning with the
streams of sunlight as the sun rises coming through the windows and domed skylight.   The coffee’s rich smell calling me.   I walk in and
the warmth and beauty of the books is stimulating and exciting.   My
senses come alive even before my first cup of coffee.     Several
high back chairs spread out in front of different sections would be inviting me to come to their section today.    I would open the French doors
and windows to let in the fresh air and hear the birds singing their harmony each morning.    Or late at night walking in with the fire going
filling the room with warmth and the ceiling looking like the night sky
with my desk lamp bright waiting for me to come and create a new volume with imagination and adventure or a poem of love or not.  It would be hard to decide.

This room would involve lots of shopping which normally I hate to shop
except for books and antiques.   So, I could make the sacrifice.  I could ramble on and list many more things I would want but then I have to remind myself it cannot all fit and I have to be able to care for this wondrous room.  I feel bad for my best friend, my husband of almost
50 years because he would not see me much.    I would have to
make a point to go back into the main house and say hello
sometimes.   I also would have to remember to feed the dog and work
on my garden and roses.    Oh, what a joy that would be to have
a room like that.

I realized this library of my dreams would not fit into a normal home.
For now, I will have to do with books paper back and all and my very small
office which has some of the things I love on a very small scale compared to my dream but it is filled with books and the love of reading and writing and the view of the mountain and garden.  With my imagination it serves well for now.  If there wasn’t the dreams and imagination in us there might not be books.    What a tragedy that would be in life!     

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I AM SURROUNDED BY BEAUTY


Good Morning! It is snowing again! Where is Spring, well she must be hiding out for a bit longer. That is ok I am truly surrounded by beauty. This is something I wrote 6 to 7 years ago. But it came to mind when a prompt was put out from a Writers Group I am with on line and it was to write story using where they lived and I happened on this thru a fluke but thought I would share a poem about where I live and I love where I live so I am re-sharing this poem.

I AM SURROUNDED BY BEAUTY

As I sit here looking around me

I am surrounded by beauty everywhere I see

Standing tall and proud swaying to the song of the breeze

All around are so many trees

When the wind is very strong some may fall

But most will stand and hold their ground

The winds try to wear them down

Just as our feet wear through our shoes

Some of the trees will certainly lose

But the others hold on forever

Thankfully leaving so many still left to be found

Rustling to the winds dance they have their own sound.

A mountain as stately as a queen

Knowing that many come for it to be seen

It reaches high up above

Looking down at the valley that it loves

Sometimes wearing a crown of snow

Other times tears running down in falls to let you know

Winter time now is gone

Spring starts singing its own song

Greens in different shades everywhere

A color wheel so vivid and varied for our eyes to see

Making me wonder if this could really be

Till the summer goes and the leaves turn getting ready to rest

They put on their gold and orange and red

Looking brilliant in their fall dress

Wonderful flowers popping up bring up more color to be found

Come out for spring and summer

Peace and quiet all around

The flowing river many times is the main sound

Birds and the bees playing chase in and out

Never worrying what it is about

The peace is touchable to your soul

Air so clean and fresh

Giving my lungs life and breath

Gardens growing with fresh food

Living like this a mind is soothed.

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SNOW


This is just a little quick poem I wrote this am after trying to go out in my yard and sunk to my behind, lol! I love snow but only for a few days and maybe not quite this deep,lol!

If you are living where there is snow today I am sure you will get it!  Be safe!

Snow Snow Snow

Everywhere you look

Everywhere you go

You can’t get out

You can’t get in

Your beautiful to look at

But you know you will never win

Mother Nature is coming to take you away

She brought her winds to blow today

Later she will set loose the rain to come out

Then everything will turn to ice and you will pout

Ice is dangerous so beware

If you try to stick around you better take care

But the chances are not on your side

Maybe next time you will have more time she might decide.

But for now, we are glad you will be gone

For when you come so many things can go wrong

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TO MY WRITER FRIENDS!


This is a re-blog of two things I wrote about writing.  Several of my writing friends have talked about the times they feel blocked and it reminded me of these posts and I wanted to share with all my writing friends out there.

 I hope these at least make you laugh so you can shake off some of the stress of trying to figure out what you are or want to write.   If anything, when I did write these, they showed me I still can write, lol!  Something anyway that is what we want to do WRITE.  So, I hope you laugh and get some good thoughts for your writing. It comes to you when you are ready

My name is wildwriter. I have that name because my writing is still in wild raw form. I am learning to tame it and put it into the graceful art of a beautiful book as it belongs. Sure, the ideas are good most of the time and stories and poems spill out easily. Imagination is not usually a problem.

I think books are beautiful. They are gifts to all of our senses. They can take you anywhere in the world or universe or beyond. You can be anything and everything you ever dreamed of just by getting into the character of a good book. Every sense is stimulated. Your imagination peaked beyond everyday usage. You learn, you feel, you understand, you cry, laugh or get angry.   So many feelings can be brought out.   It is a great therapy.   Books are one of man’s greatest creations.

I am a writer. I have to keep reminding myself of this because sometimes a writer comes to a wall and it seems of late, I keep running into it. But my head is not so hard that a few rams into the wall and I realize I should climb over it before I knock myself out.

So here I sit in front of my window looking at a beautiful mountain, which should bring motivation, trying to climb the wall.   Where it will take me and will I be able to climb it, right now I am not sure except I HAVE TO CLIMB THE WALL, of that there is no doubt.

I have no story in mind, only lots of thoughts and ideas, no motivation for any certain one at this time but I have this burning desire to sit and type and type and type. Of course, I would hope at the end of all that typing would be a completely edited and finished fantastic book. And that is my dilemma. How do you go from A to Z without the perfect prompt, that perfect story to reel everyone in? And then how do you tell it is just right so that people will want to finish it.  I picture it. I see my manuscript being read and an agent calling me telling me they are going to get it published. I see myself signing the paper work after a million and one questions. I question everything. I hear the sigh of relief that this meeting is over even though they are anxious to do it. They know my book is good.

Yes, I picture it all. There is the celebration of the book sales, the excitement of seeing my name in print knowing that people all over the world will now read my book and are taken where ever I send them. And then again, the mad dash at the keyboard to put out the next one. My hair has grown long and wild. My eyes are bloodshot with big bags under them from lack of sleep. The vision of me is surreal as I watch myself. I am on a roll my eyes are glazed over from the words coming from what is left of my mind.

The sheets of typed paper are stacked high all over. The letters flow like water from a stream coming over the rocks down off a snow-covered mountain. The letter to the agents typed, the synopsis, the first 3 chapters perfected, yes it plays like a good movie over and over in my head. BUT and that is the problem, and the only word that comes to mind at this moment.

I am a writer and I have the story to tell, I just can’t seem to find it right at the moment. I know this is a common condition with writers. Many “hit the wall” at times. What do they do? I have heard lots of ideas but not one that works at the moment. I see myself hunched over the computer from exhaustion. There are four words on the page after what seems like hours of typing. They are: “I AM A WRITER!”

Why, What and When…

STUCK!!!

Who, How and Then….

I can’t seem to catch the thought,

That I originally sought.

My mind has been bent

So, the signals aren’t being sent.

The words don’t flow as they should….

They don’t flow like they could.

If, But, However or not….

I have let myself be caught.

But my mind has gone astray…

My words have gone away.

Find them I must…

Hopefully I trust.

Can’t leave it alone…

Or the DREAM will be blown.

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