Cattitude and Gratitude

Even after this month of writing Creating verse is still exciting, I think in rhyme all the time Lying in bed or scrubbing grime, Putting out laundry or feeding the cat Rhymes appear, what’s up with that? But finding the right words to fit my verse Can sometimes be an annoying curse, Some words don’t work and need to go They mess up the verse and ruin the flow, Whether I’m at home or out on the town I keep my notebook to write verse down, Sometimes I’m wordy and sometimes I’m terse It’s hard to find balance for my verse, I’m well versed in verse and love to write Whether early in the morning or late at night! I am participating in the A to Z Challenge writing a blog post for every day in April, except Sundays.  http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/ Here are my previous posts for the challenge: A is for  Andante or Allegro, which one are you? B is for  Beauty of Birds C is for My Favourite Words begin with C D is for  It's...

With many thanks to my Facebook friend, Megan Slattery who inspired this story this morning with her Facebook post about her wonderment at seeing a young couple walking along enjoying the spring day without being buried in their phones or having ear buds hanging out of their ears. Shauna hurried along, phone in hand, texting with her friend, Casey. She was late for French class once again. Her eyes never once left her phone as she  rushed across the pedestrian bridge. Suddenly she collided with someone and her phone flew out of her hand. She shrieked as she saw it go hurtling over the bridge and heard a splash. “Noooooooo!” she cried. . She turned and focused on the dazed girl sprawled on the ground next to her. “Are you okay?” Shauna asked, helping the girl to her feet. “I lost my phone!” the girl wailed. “Me, too,” Shauna said, trembling in panic. Both of them looked over the edge of the bridge to the murky depths of the river below. “This sucks,” t...

Thoughts By Cat Graham Thoughts bombard us all day long Like an annoying ear worm song, What do your thoughts have to say about you? Are they happy, angry, false or true? Thoughts affect how we act and feel How many of those thoughts are actually real? Thoughts are like a filter always sorting and sifting Changing, adjusting and constantly shifting I can’t, I’m a failure, I’m dumb and lazy Such negative thoughts can drive us crazy, Thoughts like these stop us in our tracks Give us headaches and panic attacks, Negative thoughts limit our ways of being Thinking positive can be so freeing, Why not try a little at a time? To make it less of an uphill climb, Take off that stupid negative thoughts sweater And sure enough, you’ll start to feel better! I am participating in the A to Z Challenge writing a blog post for every day in April, except Sundays.  http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/ Here are my previous posts for the challen...

For today's letter S challenge, I wrote a poem and made a collage with squirrel photos. No poem about squirrels would be complete without some photos of the little bast..er cuties. I am participating in the A to Z Challenge writing a blog post for every day in April, except Sundays.  http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/ Here are my previous posts for the challenge: A is for  Andante or Allegro, which one are you? B is for  Beauty of Birds C is for My Favourite Words begin with C D is for  It's Still a Delightful Day! E is for  Elusive Eloise F is for  Forgive and Forget G is for  Guilt H is for  Holiday in your Head I is for  Introverts can have Impact and Influence J is for  Jack and Jill K is for  Katie the Klutz   L is for  Lollygagging M is for  Magical Moments N is for  Never Again   O is for  Object   P is for  Picture Perfect   Q is for  Q is a Quirky L...

Cassandra tossed back her head and her thick mane of red hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall. Mitch pulled her into his strong muscular arms and kissed her, his lips strong and tender touching hers, his tongue teasing and tantalizing, driving her wild with desire. He brushed his bare chest against her bosom and she swooned with passion, her breath coming out in gasps. “Oh to heck with it. What a bunch of crap,” grumbled Susan and she threw the notebook across the coffee shop where it landed with a thud at the feet of one of the baristas. It was the cute one named Liam who had just started working there this week, the one with the amazing blue eyes. He picked up the book and read what she had just written. Susan’s face flushed hot with embarrassment. He came towards her holding out the notebook. “You dropped this.” She could feel his blue eyes on her, intense and scrutinizing. “Thanks,” she muttered without meeting his gaze. She snatched the notebook out of his...

Writing about Q is making me queasy I must say that letter is not very easy, Time is limited, I need something quick I must find something before I get sick, I need a quantity of quiet time So that I can create some quality rhyme, Quirky and queer is my writing mind Sometimes my muse is not very kind, My muse thinks that she’s a queen When I ask for help, she’s not very keen, She does stupid quizzes while I’m writing this verse The questions are ridiculous, the answers are worse, Why can’t she quit that and help me instead? She quivers and shrugs and shakes her head, I’m on my own for better or worse Struggling to write my Letter Q verse! Q is a fun letter. I like the words quack, quill, quiet, quiver, quality , and of course I like being a Queen of my own life if you’ve ever seen my Facebook posts. What are your favourite Q words? I am participating in the A to Z Challenge writing a blog post for every day in April, exc...

Some Facebook friends seem too good to be true You know the type, you’ve seen them, too, Their families are perfect and never fight Their breasts are perky and their butts are tight, Their homes are spotless, a designer’s dream Their kid is the captain of the soccer team, They never eat junk food on a whim They always eat healthy and go to the gym, They like to lounge beside their pool They share their photos to make us drool, Dainty toes are on display Freshly pedicured that day, They’re never grouchy and never late Even in the wind, their hair looks great, For we only see their highlight reel Picture Perfect has such appeal! Life gets messy and people yell Bad stuff happens, but they’ll never tell, Because Picture Perfect is all for show What really goes on, we’ll never know. I am participating in the A to Z Challenge writing a blog post for every day in April, except Sundays.  http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/ Here are my pre...