50! 51! 52! 53!

These four come from a local coworker and her niece!
The same lady who sent in the handmade postcard (either) 16 (or 15).

Post Card Two - Poem!

Not entirely sure at the moment why it has taken me so long to get anything posted on this blog, or even any of my channels at the moment but I am here just the same and mass updating because it is way too early and I cant sleep. Holy Giant Sentence.
2 am, Alex is sleep talking, way too hot to sleep.

So since it has been awhile,
the second postcard to arrive was the card with the... hold on let me check...
ok it was the postcard with the picture of clue the board game and the first in what I assumed would be a long string of postcards but I have only seen two.
My guess from the writing is that it is someone I went to highschool with.
Which really doesn't limit it, but I recognize the writing.
And it only has one stamp which means Canadian.

So I attempted a free verse... which is terrible because I tend to lack real structure with my free verse poems as you may or may not notice below. So here it goes!

(Untitled as of yet)
Little fishes driving your soul
guiding you to your pond and goal

little mysteries building you up piece by piece
never letting you give up on your lease

little bits of Canada fueling your identity
pushing you onwards to attempt telepathy

little tiny bits that make up who you are
a friend, known, loved, and a star.

-June 21st, 2pm

Not sure why I rhymed either but as I reread I am both laughing at its corniness and repeating it in my brain to a semi limerick tune. do do do do. almost catchy.

HAPPY HEARTATTACK

I FOUND IT

My postcard keeper that tells me when everything came in and left and woogoooo!!
Thank-you external harddrive that I thought I backed everything up on and I didn't check until this moment. =)

Minor Heartattack

So I had a heart attack because I lost this stupid USB.
Then I just found it while grabbing my book, thus inducing a minor heart attack
then I opened the usb only to find that I had erased everything off for pictures.
Again heart attack.
But then I remembered that I had everything from my Kingston on my desktop (the computer Im on)'s desktop so I of course had a heart attack.
And then when I opened it I saw that there was nothing in that file that had anything to do with postcards.
Also heart attack.
Needless to say the lack of intelligence in this situation prompted me to check my other usb and of course there was a file that said postcards!
Surprise Heart attack!
The file contains postcards of old courthouses that I scanned for an elderly gentleman and I thought they were so intriguing I may be able to use them.
Sad Heart Attack.

Needless to say I am back to square one.
And now thanks to my minor heart attacks I now have to go to work.
No postcards till later. Sorry.

=)
But there are ten.
I did take pictures.
Ten total. so minus the four or five I already posted...
aha.

Post Script.

You should know that I also received three more cards this week!
One from New Zealand, and two from Tennessee!

Poem 2 is free verse,
poem 3 is an ode based around a Keats
and poem four is so far a sonnet

Stay Tuned Loved OneS!
-A

Post Card One - Poem!

So for the first postcard it was decided that a long poem was necessary so I wrote a sestina... keep in mind that it is my first poem since my writer's block... and partially still in writer's block.

For those that don't know a Sestina is a poem that has 7 stanza. The first six each have six lines and each of the lines ends with a specific word. As the poem moves on the last words rotate until every word has been at the end of every line. From here in the last stanza the first two are used in the first line, the second two in the next, and the last two in the third. You will understand my wording better when you read the poem. I pulled my six words from the postcard itself: diner, celebration(s), self, birthday(s), question(s), coffee. These words can be in any tense and singular or plural.

This one is entitled: New Hampshire Nights
(which is a play on Never Winter Nights for those nerds out there like me =] )

Sitting in a small American no name late night diner
with thoughts of a plethora of celebrations
ones that signify the magic of yourself
and events to revolve around birthdays
all of which, in myself, spark questions
that swirl amongst my cold dreads of coffee

Those dreads are there for all celebrations
even those that remind you to love yourself
they are present even for the birthdays
even those that spark the questions
of whether or not you should leave it as coffee
no parties but instead just an empty diner

But whether you are with others or by your self
even the oldest celebrated birthdays
shouldn't have a limit or be questioned
these feats of age shouldn't just be left to coffee
unless that is your heart - but why settle for a diner
when you could be surrounded by love and celebration

these days the best ones are the oldest birthdays
as you begin to answer life's greatest questions
through the answers swirling in all of that drunk coffee
or odd flavors from those lonesome diners
either way the night should be a celebration
one which, at any age, makes you again love your self

There is no real question
towards which age you just shut up and drink coffee
no age where your only excitement is a diner
everyday for any age should be a celebration
no matter what age you should always be true to yourself
and celebrate in any style all of your birthdays

of course if you prefer the silent dreads of coffee
or the calm of a late night diner
to the real loving excitement of celebrations
then stick with it and be true to your self
but be happy with any age birthday
for you have made it through another year without question

so even if a diner is your idea of a real celebration
be happy with yourself and your next milestone or not birthday
because even if you question it, you're always love by more than the dreads of daily coffee

-Fin
Completed End of May.
Edited Today June 29

There it is! Woot... =)
I have the second and third done too but need time to edit.

Best Wishes (Airplanes or otherwise)
-A

ITS HERE!

It is here! The first postcard to come back has arrive only a few days ago and it is here and ready for posting this very minute.
It is Postcard #51, which is one of zottepark's, and it came from New Hampshire, USA.

I am please to bring you pictures of the front and back:


This is the Front and it is some handwriting and a coffee stain.
=) It says:

"Celebrate Yourself! Love Yourself! Sitting in a small diner in Bradford, NH. Thinking of the weekend's birthday celebrations. Are birthdays only for the young? why are adults left out even when they are people and love ones around? Do adults need special requests for birthdays? I can dwell on the questions or I can move past to positivity. So when it comes to birthdays for adults love yourself enough to celebrate (Coffee stain!) and ask for what you deserve!"

Here is the back, which kind of just has a doodle on it:



And here is a picture of the beginning of the poem which should be up in a few days. I have decided that it will be a Sestina. The first deserves a longer form of poetry.



Like my Watermark image?
I knew you would. =D