It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything, let alone written a poem, story, or anything else creative. A year ago I was posting daily, some days multiple posts, across five or six blogs; what a difference a year makes!
Changes in my personal life have brought my writing to a standstill for. But this being the first day of OctPoWriMo gave me reason to stop and smell the digital-ink and put some words on paper for a change.
Coincidentally, the first prompt word this year is time, and it just happens I’ve had the idea of writing about that very thing for a week or more. The end product is very different from the original thought in some ways, and right on the point in others. I also chose to try the shape poem as was suggested, something I don’t recall doing before.
Seconds, minutes, hours, days,
weeks, months; time
marches on with us,
ready or not. How
we spend this
gives a glimpse of how
much we each value this
precious, non-renewable resource.
If you’re interested in OctPoWriMo jump over to the website and check out the prompts, folks, and other good stuff waiting for you.
Although I hope to participate daily the whole month, time will tell if I’m able to keep up. :0)
Have you ever done something, been happy with it, fininished it all up, going along your merry way, only to have second thoughts about how you could’ve done it differently for hours? If you’re the creative-type (or OCD a perfectionist) I’m sure you have.
Well, this has been my dilemma all day since posting my piece for today’s OctPoWriMo prompt. And since this idea is driving me (even more) nutty I have given in to it! So, in my mind’s opinion, I share a better (or at least different) thought on the prompt in a chained tanka.
bridge to tomorrow –
beckoning for me to come
there from yesterday
what I see now as that bridge
is actually today
the past is just that
the future lies out ahead
I stand on today
the bridge we will never cross
because it’s always today
today never ends
tomorrow will never come
yesterday ne’er was
the illusion of that bridge
is just our reality
“Yesterday’s the past, tomorrow’s the future, but today is a gift. That’s why it’s called the present.”
– Bill Keane
Today is day six of OctPoWriMo, a new to me challenge that I’ve really enjoyed thus far. “Life changes” is the theme for today’s prompt suggestion, along with using a counted-syllable style of writing. I chose to go with the theme (in my own way) and use the Shadorma again.
There’s so muchI’d change if I could
We can change yesterday’s loss
Set new course today
While its human nature to wish to be able to set back the clock, we know that’s not possible. I know I have regrets; I imagine everyone does. But time lost worrying over past mistakes is time lost that we coul be re-setting for no more regretting.
The past few weeks since my diagnosis I’ve been reading a lot, when my eyes cooperate, on diabetes. And I have learned quite a bit already, too. The single biggest thing I’ve learned is that testing my blood glucose (BG) level is paramount in getting a handle on this “thing” and that the “twice daily” that I was prescribed by my doctor, as is the case with most diabetics, isn’t enough.
The fasting, first thing in the morning test tells me how I’m starting out the day and what my last snack did for me. But it is a number that’s more important to the doctor than to me. And the one test, two hours after any meal, is important to the doc, too, but doesn’t really tell me much; I need to know what it was before I ate anything and what time it actually is at it’s highest (the “spike), which isn’t necessarily two hours after I’ve finished eating. For many diabetics the spike occurs at around an hour after meals, not two, so finding when that happens requires extra tests; this week I’m doing a test before every meal and again every 30 minutes after meals for 90 minute to two hours, depending in the results.
I hope that I can narrow down my time in just a few days; all the testing takes a lot if strips and blood, making for some sore fingers. Of course sore fingers for a short while are much preferred over the potential complications of uncontrolled or not well managed diabetes.
Oh boy, my 39 minutes are up; off to poke – again!