Main Objective: Write some new poems during the month of April. I provide the prompts (and my own poetic attempt); you write the poems.
Dates: April 1-30: Beginning at some reasonable time on the morning of April 1, Robert will provide a prompt. He will repeat this around the same reasonable time (usually between 8-11 a.m. Ohio-Georgia time) throughout the month.
May 5: Each participant will submit his/her five (5) favorite poems from the month.
I found this great blog Mom's Tree House hosted by Johanna. She has this great feature: The Writer’s Club is the place in where she give a weekly incentive for you to participate in a writing activity that will hopefully inspire you to be creative. We will write, continue to connect with other bloggers and share.
How Does it Work?
She will post a list of prompts every week. You choose the prompt you want to write about and then come back each Friday to share your link. The list of links will then be posted on her blog. This way anyone can click on your name and head over to your place to see what you wrote. She also encourages you to click on at least the three links above your name so that you can read what other people wrote. Hopefully, this will stir up some comment love on the posts we wrote and learn from one another.
My days have passed, my plans are shattered. Yet the desires of my heart turn night into day; in the face of the darkness light is near. Job 17:11-12 NIV
Today I have chosen the word shattered.
A few days ago we found out some very sad news. My grandson's father tragically passed away almost seven months ago. Although this man wasn't part of my grandson's life for three years our lives were shattered by this unexpected news.
When I discovered my grandson's father had died I was shattered. It was surreal and I felt a plethora of emotions. My first reation was what happened and then why weren't we told.
I had to read about it on the internet. The world as we knew it would be forever shattered.
I cried for my grandson's loss. Forever will my grandson's life be shattered. Eventhough he hadn't seen his father in three years, what happened will change the course of my grandson's life.
The grieving process was shattered because we weren't told...
there is no cemetary to visit(my grandson father was cremated)his soul shattered into tiny bits of dust.
When this unexpected event happened, I started thinking how our lives are shattered by the unexpected forces we have no control over.
Our lives will be shattered by many tragedies, but we have the love and support of the Lord.
We can get through the shattered pieces of our lives.
My grandson does not fully comprehend what happened. This is a good thing. His life has been altered, shattered into a million pieces and he goes on.
When our lives are shattered, we can go on. Life does not stop, it continues forward.
When you are shattered, let God put the pieces back together.
Each blogger that wishes to participate will write a post about the chosen group writing project topic on their blog. Once the post is up, the blogger will need to leave their link in the comments section so that everyone can read it. You will have until Friday, April 1, 2011 to write your post and leave a link to it in the comments section.
Please Forgive Them
"For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life"John 3:16
My body is racked with pain.... searing,piercing pain. The kind of pain only death can quell.
I see the crowd looking upon my tattered and bruised body. I see the faces of the believers, of the sinners through my blood drenched eyes.
Some laugh, some cry. I want to scream, WHY,WHY?
My body is dying, the crowd cheers as I am poked and prodded to see if I still breathe."Am I not flesh? Am I not a man, like you?"
"You cut me I bleed, you nail me to a cross I DIE!"
I died for the sinner who did not believe I was the Messiah, I died for the believer who knew I WAS!
My death did not come quickly, I died a slow, agonizing death.
The crowd yells, "Jesus, Son of God save yourself. Where's the miracle of your God?"
I say aloud, "Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing."
I am dead now, my head hangs down, but still I am prodded and pierced just to be sure. The Roman's don't want the false prophet performing any miracles on their shift.
I am taken off the Cross of Death... my family is saddened, the believers are mournful, the sinners are rejoiceful that the trouble maker is dead..
I am cleansed of the blood and wrapped in the clothing of the dead and taken to my burial place.
I lie there three days heavily guarded, just to be sure no miracle will occur and I AM REALLY DEAD!.....
My final resting place is not there, but in the arms of my Father...
A place all believers will one day be because I died for the sinner, so he may live.
March is winding down and April will be upon us soon. Good Sunday morning!
This morning's word is encouragement...
For everything that was written in the past was written to teach us, so that through the endurance taught in the Scriptures and the encouragement they provide we might have hope. Romans 15:4 NIV
Today is encouragement Sunday...
Today be encouraged in all you do!
Today be an encouragement to others....
May the God who gives endurance and encouragement give you the same attitude of mind toward each other that Christ Jesus had. Romans 15:5 NIV
If it is to encourage, then give encouragement; if it is giving, then give generously; if it is to lead, do it diligently; if it is to show mercy, do it cheerfully. Romans 12:8 NIV
Who comforts (consoles and encourages) us in every trouble (calamity and affliction), so that we may also be able to comfort (console and encourage) those who are in any kind of trouble or distress, with the comfort (consolation and encouragement) with which we ourselves are comforted (consoled and encouraged) by God. II Corinthians 1:4 AMP
Come join her for great reading and link up your own fiction.
For today's FF I am switching gears. Being a writer, ideas are always swirling in my head. This is one of those ideas and my current YA which is told in 1st person POV.
'Kentucky Rain' is the story of 15 year old Rain Waters. Rain and her family live in the Appalachian Mountains of Kentucky. Her family is dirt poor, but happy until tragedy strikes on Rain's fifteenth birthday changing the only life she's ever known.
Rain, Rain the cool Appalachian night breeze whispered my name. A strong scent of corn whiskey floated into my bedroom window and eerie sounds of dry flies echoed throughout the pine trees.
Today was my fifteenth birthday. I didn't feel fifteen or even look it. I was too tall, too lanky and flat chested. Heck, I hadn't even got my monthly!
Granny Dodd seemed to think that was a blessing, but I thought it was a curse. I overheard her tell mommy, "May, don't you fret about Rain. At least them McCoy boys won't be buzzing 'round her like they do with that Hopkins girl Louella ."
I wanted to scream at my granny, "I want them buzzing around me!" Especially Flynn McCoy.
Flynn McCoy was three years older than me and the oldest McCoy boy. He was nothin' like his dumb grit brothers. Flynn was book red. He could cipher better then any folks in the hollar. Flynn was nearin as tall as me. All the McCoy's were black haired, 'cept Flynn. He was tow-headed and had the purttiest blue eyes I ever seen. Granny Dodd thought Flynn McCoy was a briggity britches. She said, “Reckon thatFlynn McCoybe gettin' above his raisin' just cause he got some schoolin'.”
I hated Granny Dodd!
The dry flies finally quietened down. The only sound that flitted through the bedroom was Granny Dodd's loud snoring. Between her racket and my nerves, sleep wouldn't come none too soon.
I shifted my weight in the old pinewood bed I shared with my little sister Ruby and cut off the lamp. The room went dark, except for the gigantic full moon shining through our window. The hairs on the back of my neck prickled.I sensed things before they happened. Shivering down to my bones I snuggled deeper underneath mommy's double wedding ring quilt.
I closed my eyes, fell into a fitful sleep and dreamed of Flynn McCoy.
[Most] blessed is the man who believes in, trusts in, and relies on the Lord, and whose hope and confidence the Lord is. Jeremiah 17:7 AMP
Good morning! Yesterday I talked about being frustrated. I think part of my frustration comes from not having any confidence in myself. Today's word is confidence.
Do not, therefore, fling away your fearless confidence, for it carries a great and glorious compensation of reward. Hebrews 10:35 AMP
I think what has happened is I have thrown away my confidence. I lack the confidence to believe in myself or trust myself.
Confidence is the pillar of your strength, the core of your being and what makes you who you are...
Without confidence you cannot go forward in your life.
I found out the hard way when I lost mine. I suffered great loss.
Do you have confidence in yourself?
Do you have confidence in the Lord?
So we take comfort and are encouraged and confidently and boldly say, The Lord is my Helper; I will not be seized with alarm [I will not fear or dread or be terrified]. What can man do to me? [Ps. 27:1;118:6.] Hebrews 13:6 AMP
This morning I am combining morning coffee and conversation with Debra and NaBloPoMo and writing about being frustrated.
I am frustrated!
I've become frustrated with the way my life is going. Somedays I am not a happy camper.
I get frustrated with the little things....
Instead of turning to the Lord, I keep it all bottled up inside.
I am frustrated!
I am frustrated with my writing. It seems the harder I try, the harder it gets. There are days I want to throw in the towel. I often wonder am I good enough? Do people really want to read what I write?
I am frustrated!
I am frustrated with my family. Some days I feel under appreciated. I feel taken for granted.
I am frustrated!
I am frustrated with our nation. We are a nation of peace, but it seems we are at war more than often.
Linked up @ Show Me the Voice, to post the first 250(257) words of my finished ms to show off my character's voice.
Author: Debra Elliott Title: Kentucky Rain Genre: YA Coming of Age
Rain, Rain the cool Appalachian night breeze whispered my name. The scent of corn whiskey floated through my bedroom window. The eerie sounds of dry flies echoed throughout the pine trees. The hairs on the back of my neck prickled. Mommy always said I was a special child. I sensed things before they happened.
The dry flies finally quietened down. The only sound that flitted through the bedroom was Granny Dodd's loud snoring. Between Granny Dodd's racket and my nerves sleep wouldn't come none too soon.
Tomorrow I would turn fifteen. I didn't feel fifteen or even look it. I was too tall, too lanky and flat chested. Heck, I hadn't even got my period!
Granny Dodd seemed to think that was a blessing. I thought it was a curse. I overheard her one day tell mommy, "Junnie Mae, don't you fret none about Rain. At least them there mountain boys won't be buzzing 'round her like they do with that Hopkins girl Peggy Lou ."
I wanted to scream at my granny, "I want them buzzing around me Granny Dodd!" Especially, Tommy McCoy.
I shifted my weight in the old metal bed I shared with my little sister Ruby June and blew out the kerosene lamp.The room went dark, except for the gigantic full moon shining through our window. Shivering down to my bones I snuggled deeper underneath Granny Dodd's hand-made double wedding ring quilt.
I closed my eyes and fell into a fitful sleep, dreaming of first kisses, picnics in the holler and Tommy McCoy.