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Thoughts on Writing
Our friend and fellow Hubber, Brenda Arldedge, has given us our 42nd word prompt (writing). I have so enjoyed Brenda’s word prompts, but this week I had difficulty coming up with a response. I have finally decided to use what I hope is a bit of humor in my poems. Brenda always writes a great response to each poem, which has been a learning experience for many of us.
Writing is one important form of communication, in letters, books, poetry, cards or various types of work. I have been reading books my whole life, and I will always love to read and write. I have kept diaries over the years also. I have also been a freelance author in the past. Now I just write at Hubpages as I enjoy the interaction between the other authors. I have so many supportive friends here, but I do wish we had the ability to comment on each article.
The first video by Billy Williams is a very old song that my mother use to like. I remember hearing it as a child.
The first poem is a bit silly, and it is about Christmas. We do write Christmas cards and a few words on the gifts we wrap for our love ones. The next two poems are about the struggle to come up with an ideas to write about.
Christmas cards I must write
A written card is just so sweet
I sure will be done by tonight
Receiving a card is such a joy
Gifts stacked up for me to wrap
Christmas shopping finally complete
Now I will put on my Santa cap
All the shopping has hurt my feet
Perfectly wrapping each gift with a bow
A name I write and then I sign my own
When I am done I stand and say wow
The number of presents has sure grown
Billy Williams "Write Myself a Letter"
Acrostic Poem - Struggle for Idea
Writing a poem I want it to be good
Right now my mind is blank again
I know I want to write it very soon
Thinking is giving me a headache
I know I can do it but I am still blank
No way will I fail to write this poem
Going to meet this challenge for sure
I sat for hours pen in my hand
Staring at the wall, my mind blank
My expectations are always grand
But my hope for success has sank
I finally wrote a sentence down
My imagination now is really slow
My muse is nowhere to be found
The words simply still don’t flow
Frustration mounts as I try to write
Struggling to complete this task
I hope to have it done by tonight
I think it may help to get my flask
I took a few sips to calm my nerves
It seemed to help me begin to write
Getting thoughts stored in my reserves
Ideas flowed and it was not a fight
Brad Paisley - Letter To Me
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