Journal of Thoughts: (1) New Years and New Years ago...

December 28th, 2010

With the new year approaching I look forward and back.  It has been about seven years since I moved back to Vermont from New Orleans.  Since then my kids have grown to 9 and 14, I have a house, a dog, a cat, some fish, a bird, my husband, professional work, and a roller derby team... I am happy.  But I struggle.  My struggles are not lonely struggles though.  They are the struggles of most Americans.  Especially now as families lose houses, and jobs and the corporations grow bigger.  My struggles mirror that of many.  There is never enough money to truly sustain us.  Not when sustainability is about savings, and retiring some day, and college for my kids, and fixing the car, and winter boots, and building what we all know as the "American Dream" a legacy to leave our kids, and grand kids and so on and so on...  In consumerized America it is hard to build a foundation.  But I work hard.  And I love hard.  And I play hard.  And I pray hard. And I find my inner strength on the track skating.  And I find my inner strength writing.  And being me.  I am happy.  And I, I am not alone.  So I keep on keeping on.  I soak up the sun that glares off the hard white snow.   I dream big and bright like the icicles that have created roots on the eaves of my house.  I laugh and talk loud and make jokes and smile.  And love...  I already said that...



December, 2008

Aorta

My heart, I believe, is
Of the standard variety
Though there are branches
Who are bent and twisted
Like the old maple in my
Back yard, and some who
Lean like the old yellow
Garage built 50 years ago
To hold one car, and some
Brittle and brown like last
Summers Black Eyed Susan’s
Standing rigidly in the end
Of my barren winter garden,
These are the parts of my heart
Who I find myself in constant discourse
With, these are the lines that
Pump through my veins the heaviest,
Waking me at night from divination and
Dreams to steel across the floor in bare
Feet to the window where I stare at
Empty streets, and the electronic time and
Thermometer, Who catch me staring during
The day at people trying to read the
Lines that form their faces, who hangs on to
Those I already possess,
And those I cannot catch, who linger in
My words, and who find me sitting at
My desk, the last day before 2009,
Aching to make changes and sense out
Of what is and was and will be, my heart
Is of the standard variety, except for those
Arms that dangle and cling like powdery snow
To my Aorta, who create a snow globe of vision
To all my days marked and unmarked, truly it
Is these lines that separate us all.

Why? and all that introductory stuff...

At first I was planning to blog about remodeling my kitchen with my husband on a budget of 500 dollars, and than I thought I would blog my political agenda, (like being a 37 year old poetmomwiferollerderbyqueen in an economic depression holding down a job running a household remodeling a kitchen on 500 dollars owning a house and raising two kids while paying bills on a nonprofit salary)... and than I thought I would just put my poetry on my blog...or pictures, musings, art, and well you get the idea...

SOOO...

...here you have it Ellipsis23...

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the #23...

poetrypoliticalagendaremodelingmoneyraisingkidseconomicdepressionlovelifemaybesomebeerramblingsand...

If your curious you'll just have to stay tuned.

Etymology

From Ancient Greek ἔλλειψις (elleipsis, “omission”).

Pronunciation

    * (UK) IPA: /ɪˈlɪpsɪs/ SAMPA: /I"lIp.sIs/
    * (US) IPA: /ɨˈlɪpsɨs/, /ɛˈlɪpsɨs/
Noun

ellipsis (plural ellipses)
Examples (grammar)

1. (typography) A mark consisting of three periods, historically with spaces in between, before, and after them “ . . . ”, nowadays a single character “…” (used in printing to indicate an omission).  

2. (grammar) The omission of a grammatically required word or phrase that can be inferred.
  
3. (film) The omission of scenes in a film that do not advance the plot.  
It was now possible for writers and directors to cut scenes that did not further the plot; called "ellipses" by filmmakers.

 Synonyms

   (typography indicating omission): dot dot dot