Wacky Wednesday: September 16

Today’s Wacky Wednesday is filled with many holidays. This could be the most we’ve had in one day since starting on this wacky adventure. But first, we have our wacky words. Our first word is a noun from medieval days. A Quire is four sheets of paper or parchment folded to form eight leaves, as in medieval manuscripts. Most books today are comprised of several quires and are then stitched and glued together. Ratoon is another noun referring to a new shoot or sprout springing from the base of a crop plant, especially sugar cane, after cropping.

Now the many holidays. Let’s get our token food holidays out of the way. It’s National Cinnamon Raisin Bread Dayand National Guacamole Day. I don’t recommend mixing the two. It’s also National Stepfamily Day and National Working Parents Day. If you want more fun, today is National Play-Doh Day. It is also Mayflower Day, commemorating when the ship set sail from Plymouth, England on September 16, 1620. But enough about uptight white people. Today is also Mexico’s Independence Day. Cinco de Mayo is often confused for this holiday, but it was September of 1821 when Mexico won their independence from Spain.

Tuesday Poetry: The Ethereal Stones

The wind scratched my face
Like dragon’s breath
My horse fell and died
From too much heat
My armor removed
Too hot to wear –
This enchanted stone
Keeps me alive
It conjures water
Into being
I hunt with my sword
Enough to live –
Banished to this land
I could not kill
The river serpent
That cunning demon
Plagues my kingdom –
The enchanted stones
Hold the power
To vanquish evil
But I have one –
One mage can find them
The Algonquin
Will I live in time
To find the stones

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.

Poetry Monday: Choosing to be Alone

I pursue time alone
Mostly because there are
Few people I want to be around
None of them make me feel comfortable

I seek out connections
With other people, searching
I want someone to share life with
Positive influences are hard to find

Even family can be tiresome
Or they fail to notice my discomfort
Perhaps they don’t care
Or are too self-absorbed

Meeting people in public
Is equally disappointing
I don’t know them well enough
Or I genuinely don’t like them

There are few I actually like
And I don’t see them often enough
Life feels easier around them
Why aren’t more people like that

It’s difficult finding balance
Removing certain people from your life
While trying to bring more people in
Nothing goes as planned

I pursue time alone
Because I can’t be with those people
The ones who lift me up
Who make me feel important

But when I’m alone
I don’t feel important
I feel pain and sorrow
I feel like death

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.