Daily writing prompt
You’re going on a cross-country trip. Airplane, train, bus, car, or bike?
This is the obvious choice. If my vacation does not include this, I don’t want to go.
National Lampoon’s Station Wagon
Author: Amy
I love words. And animals. Photography and fedoras. Welcome. And stay awhile.
La Vie en rose
“Life in Pink”
This is my submission for beginningatlast9.com No Theme Thursday 3/14/24 thanks for the art inspiration once again, Kevin!
She lives her life in pink
A little bit of red
Lots of white
In the city of light
If pink had a sound
It would be the song
La vie en rose
Life in pink
She hums the tune
Right before she turns toward me
For the portrait
She has said,
“You don’t need rose-colored glasses
To live your life in pink,
mon cœur”
La vie en rose
Eyes that make mine look down
Des yeux qui font baisser les miensA laugh that is lost on his mouth
Un rire qui se perd sur sa boucheHere is the portrait without retouching
Voilà le portrait sans retouchesFrom the man I belong to
De l’homme auquel j’appartiensWhen he takes me in his arms
Quand il me prend dans ses brasLet him speak to me quietly
Qu’il me parle tout basI see life in pink
Je vois la vie en roseHe tell me love words
Il me dit des mots d’amourEveryday words
Des mots de tous les joursBut for me, it does something to me
Mais moi, ça me fait quelque choseHe has entered in my heart
Il est entré dans mon cœurA lot of happiness
Une grande part de bonheurThat I know the reason
Dont je connais la causeIt’s him for me, me for him in life
C’est lui pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vieHe told me, swore it for life
Il me l’a dit, l’a juré pour la vieAnd as soon as I see him
Et dès que je l’aperçoisSo I feel Inside me
Alors je sens en moiMy heart beating
Mon cœur qui batNights of endless love
Des nuits d’amour à plus finirA great happiness that takes its place
Un grand bonheur qui prend sa placeTroubles, sorrows fade away
Des ennuis, des chagrins s’effacentHappy, happy to die
Heureux, heureux à en mourirWhen he takes me in his arms
Quand il me prend dans ses brasLet him speak to me quietly
Qu’il me parle tout basI see life in pink
Je vois la vie en roseHe tell me love words
Il me dit des mots d’amourEveryday words
Des mots de tous les joursAnd it does something to me
Et ça me fait quelque choseHe has entered in my heart
Il est entré dans mon cœurA slice of happiness
Une part de bonheurThat I know the reason
Dont je connais la causeIt’s him for me, me for him in life
C’est lui pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vieHe told me, swore it for life
Il me l’a dit, l’a juré pour la vieAnd as soon as I see him
Et dès que je l’aperçoisSo I feel Inside me
Alors je sens en moiMy heart beating
Mon cœur qui batAnd as soon as I see him
Et dès que je l’aperçoisSo I feel Inside me
Alors je sens en moiMy heart beating
Mon cœur qui batSource: LyricFind
Songwriters: Édith Piaf / Louiguy
La vie en rose lyrics © Beuscher Arpege
Wonder Woman
Confidence is a state of mind, and we can’t always see it. I don’t know how to answer this prompt, and I don’t particularly want to. So I’m going to go with Wonder Woman. But it has to be Lynda Carter. I will not be convinced that any other person is WW besides my girl Lynda. My mind is made up.
She has a lasso, she’s a bad ass with a bad ass costume. I had the WW Underoos when I was little. Anyone remember those? I dressed up like WW for Halloween – you know, the one with the scary plastic mask and flimsy plastic costume? Yeah that was me. I also had a Batgirl bathing suit, but I digress.
So, yeah, Wonder Woman.
Have a nice day, everyone.
Poetry, Music
This prompt is underwhelming. For those who want to read my poetry, check it out. It’s all here on this blog.
My musical taste is eccentric, just like my personality. The only thing that isn’t my jam is country music. I do like Chris Stapleton, but that is where it ends.
I don’t have a poem to accompany today’s prompt.
I’m going to leave this video and lyrics here. The song sums up my poetry journey so far this year, and I love Jason Mraz’s music.
Details in the Fabric
Jason Mraz
Calm down
Deep breaths
And get yourself dressed instead
Of running around
And pulling on your threads saying
Breaking yourself upIf it’s a broken part, replace it
If it’s a broken arm then brace it
If it’s a broken heart then face itAnd hold your own
Know your name
And go your own wayHold your own
Know your name
And go your own way
And everything will be fineHang on
Help is on the way
Stay strong
I’m doing everythingHold your own
Know your name
And go your own wayHold your own
Know your name
And go your own wayAnd everything, everything will be fine
EverythingAre the details in the fabric
Are the things that make you panic
Are your thoughts results of static cling?Are the things that make you blow
Hell, no reason, go on and scream
If you’re shocked it’s just the fault
Of faulty manufacturingEverything will be fine
Everything in no time at all
EverythingHold your own
And know your name
Go your own wayAre the details in the fabric (Hold your own, know your name)
Are the things that make you panic
Are your thoughts results of static cling? (Go your own way)Are the details in the fabric (Hold your own, know your name)
Are the things that make you panic (Go your own way)
Is it Mother Nature’s sewing machine?Are the things that make you blow (Hold your own, know your name)
Hell no reason go on and scream
If you’re shocked it’s just the fault (Go your own way)
Of faulty manufacturingEverything will be fine
Everything in no time at all
Hearts will holdSource: LyricFind
Songwriters: Dan Wilson / Jason Mraz
Details in the Fabric lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Goo-Eyed Music, Word Collections Publishing
Leaving – the video
This is the same capture as the previous post, entitled leaving, except for this is the video that I recorded. I realized later that the video is cooler than the photo. But may have been distracting with a little bit of poetry at the bottom.
Sound up for engine noise and also Jerome, who is the crow that does not like me. Now it’s his season and he’s going to follow and laugh at me when I walk, and basically make my life miserable because I told him he could not put his dried bagels in the birdbath two years ago. Crows have a long memory and hold grudges. Jerome has told his whole family to caw at me. I’m at the local pharmacy, he will show up over there and harass me in the parking lot. His name is Jerome, and you must say it in the way that Elaine said it on Seinfeld.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy the video.
Leaving
To arrive
Somewhere else
Catch me in these blue skies
You could try
Tennis, Writing
Apart from me rapping Eminem lyrics in my head right now, this feels like a rehash of a former prompt. I’m answering it, but barely.
I like to watch tennis. I can always get engrossed in a good match (see photo above). And no, I do not have anything personal against Feli. He is quite nice. I don’t know why I wasn’t watching he and Rafa play doubles, but I do know someone from Getty Images (?) caught me (not) doing it.
I like to write. Time seems to slip by when I’m in the writing zone. I think most of us here can relate to that.
Have a great day, everyone.
Outlander
Outlander is a romance/fantasy series on the Starz cable network and app with a huge dose of history, war, nursing, medicine, herbology, intense relationships, family drama – the list goes on. It’s not strictly fantasy, and it’s not strictly chick flick material – it’s packed with substance, great acting, intricately woven storylines, and an overall captivating experience.
I read the novels in college and waited 142 years for the rights to be optioned. Starz began production in 2013. I was elated. But I was also a little apprehensive, because I had read all of the books to date, and I was worried that the actors chosen for the roles would not match up with the characters I had envisioned in my mind. Turns out, I had nothing to worry about, as the casting has been superb in the series.
If you haven’t read the novels, I would recommend doing the hard work first: read the books before watching the TV series. Everything is more in the novels. Each book is close to 1,000 pages long. There’s much more substance in the books and a great deal more character development. The reason for that is the material has to be truncated to fit into an approximately 47 minute episode each week. And the seasons are short – it varies, but right now we’re in Droughtlander, waiting for the second half of Season Seven to resume. And when I say waiting, I mean waiting for up to a year and a half. But enough about Droughtlander. It’s a sore subject.
I feel sorry for people who only know that the TV series exists and who don’t – or won’t – read the books.
Sidebar: for anyone who adores costume history as much as I do (and believe me, I do, it was my minor in college), the costumes in this are exquisite. The costumes in Season Two are especially jaw-droppingly beautiful, as the show takes place mostly in France. Please don’t get me started on French fashion. I will blabber on for hours.
My rec: start with the novels, then watch the series. I’ve watched (and read) Outlander *way* more than five times. And they’re worth it.
The books and TV series get: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
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Ha! No.
The irony would be too much.
It’s bordering on absurd.
Tell me, how would a black-cat-having, left-handed person born on Friday the 13th (who walks under ladders and opens umbrellas in the house) accomplish being superstitious?
I am a walking superstition.
Witchy Woman
Song by Eagles
Raven hair and ruby lips
Sparks fly from her fingertips
Echoed voices in the night
She’s a restless spirit on an endless flightWoo-hoo, witchy woman
See how high she flies
Woo-hoo, witchy woman
She got the moon in her eyeShe held me spellbound in the night (woo-ooh)
Dancing shadows and firelight
Crazy laughter in another room (woo-ooh)
And she drove herself to madness with a silver spoonWoo-hoo, witchy woman
See how high she flies
Woo-hoo, witchy woman
She got the moon in her eyeAh, oh, ah-ah (aah-ah)
Ah, oh, ah-ah (aah-ah)
Ah, oh, ah-ah
Ah, oh, ah-ah (aah-ah)
Ah, oh, ah-ah (aah-ah)
Ah, oh, ah-ahWell, I know you want a lover, let me tell you, brother
She’s been sleeping in the Devil’s bed
And there’s some rumors going ’round, someone’s underground
She can rock you in the nighttime ’til your skin turns redWoo-hoo, witchy woman
See how high she flies
Woo-hoo, witchy woman
She got the moon in her eyeSource: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Bernie Leadon / Donald Hugh Henley
Witchy Woman lyrics © Cass County Music, Likely Story Music Co
A Cat
If you’ve been with me for a while, you knew this answer was coming. Why would I compare myself to a cat? Why not?
Here’s what cats and I have in common: When we like you, you will know it. When we don’t like you, you will know it. We don’t give our affections to just anyone, we choose the people who won’t look at us. Duh. We will welcome you after you’ve been away for a long time, but we will not run up to greet you and lick your face. That is uncouth. Instead, we will wait the perfunctory 3 to 5 business days to say hello to you, because you left, and that was not approved.
(I love dogs, have had several, and you guys know that I love my friend Petey. The insinuation of dogs being uncouth is a joke.)
Here are some photos of me training to be a cat:
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