Saturday, January 31, 2009

Poetry & Poop


Yeah, you read the title right. Poetry & poop pretty much describes the polar opposites of my life...and most days, I have equal "servings" of both. The poops of life are, well, obviously the things you wanna scrape off the bottom of your shoe and forget about pronto. Here's a few examples:

  • Bad things happening with/to your kidlets
  • Ill loved ones you are incapable of helping get well
  • Writing rejections
  • Foiled plans and goals
  • Getting woken up from a nap
  • Burning supper
  • Things that disappoint or let ya down

Conversely, my life's held quite a bit of "poetry" lately. You know -- the things that bring you joy and fulfillment, a new and fresh perspective, unexpected gifts (material or otherwise), and prayers answered. Like these:

  • Writing acceptances
  • Hugs from kidlets and loved ones, or even a love letter
  • Perfect weather
  • A juicy book you can't put down
  • Finding a blog that really peels your apple
  • Connections made with friends
  • A new pair of shoes that don't hurt your feet and cost less than $15
  • A whole day off
  • Nappage to the sound of rain on a tin roof provided by your noise machine
  • Kidlet unhurt in an accident that totals his vehicle, insurance covers it without going up on premiums, and you find a good used vehicle to replace the heap
  • A recipe that turns out just right

See what I mean? Into every life, a little poop and poetry must fall. Let's just hope when the negatives rain, you have a dayum sturdy umbrella and remember that the sun will shine again soon and dry up the piles.

My favorite poetic moment of late is having a poem, Net Worth accepted at The Found Poetry Project. (Yeah, go check it out and maybe make one for yourself or to submit. And leave a comment while you're there if you've got time to kill. C''s not like broccoli or liver. You'll like it!)

And the poopy aspect? Well, let's just say I'm covered...literally. Behold the advent of my family's new favorite pair of shoes -- fondly referred to as The Poop Shoes; de rigueur for taking the puppy outside and/or cleaning the laundry room where he spends time til he's fully potty trained~~~

Sooooo, what's the biggest P & P aspects of your life right now?

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Bella@That damn expat said...

This is a great post!
I tend not to worry much about things that come along. My poop I guess would be this damn nasal infection I can't seem to shake.
My poetry? The good books my husband got for me and some lovely compliments I've been getting;)

And I've been meaning to ask you, do you post date your posts or do you really get up this early?

jinksy said...

Your title is a poem in its own right!
Poop and Poetry, Poop and Petry, Poop and Poetry...I can see myself chanting this refrain for the rest of the day....Thanks....

Angie Ledbetter said...

Bella, hope your sinuses clear up soon, and congrats on a great blog. Hope it leads ya into other writing. :) About my, no, I don't usually get up quite that early. I pre-post the day before.

Jinksy, please notify me by email when your poem of same name appears at your blog or elsewhere. :) Here's another ear worm for ya: Poopery and Poetry.

giddymomof6 said...

LOL! May you have many more poetry days and a whole lot less poopy ones! LOL!

And congrats on all the great things happening in you life, you deserve them! On my way to read your poem! LOL! That's way better than Liver!

2nd Cup of Coffee said...

I can relate to many on your list, so I won't repeat them, but you did get me to thinking about this. I hope my blog pees your apple from time to time. ?

Kathryn Magendie said...

Love this post, Angie!

Some same as you - sending rejections HATE HATE....sending acceptances LOVE LOVE!

Having something accepted of my own work YAYY, getting a rejection ...aww dang it!

I am glad to see your poem up at FP - but of course it would be up! And congrats on the acceptance at OCEAN mag - OCEAN is WONDERFUL! ...I put up a notice on my blog - so there! laughing!~

amy said...

Angie, I stopped by via Kat's blog. And I'm so glad I did! Now I've got a cool new writerly poetry website to visit periodically *and* I'm ruminating on all the poetry in my life (last week it was all poop, due to sickness).

Your blog peels my apples. I'll be back. :-)

Michelle H. said...

Congrats on the poem accept! As for the P &P in my life, don't get me started!

Debbie said...

I've already visited your lovely poem. And nappage is always good - always.

JyLnC said...

I love your blog titles. I think my life has more poetry than poop right now. It's peaceful and I'm pretty content and most of my recipes have been turning out without any disasters. But then, I did have to endure that painful jury duty rejection this past week. I guess a little poop did fall into my life lately.

Melissa Marsh said...

Poop - weight loss and health. GRRR on that front.

Poetry - my daughter, my writing, my awesome, supportive family.

Congrats on the poem! Well done, you!

OCEAN Magazine said...

I've got P & P. I live by a huge expanse of open beach and ocean and marsh but my little abode is falling apart and I am far from most family and friends. But, I've got my work that I love (OCEAN Magazine) and hmmm . . . so much to do that I can't do much of anything else anyway!

Deb Shucka said...

Great poem! Love those poopy shoes and the reminder of standing in my own pair (polka-dotted boots) just a year ago waiting for our puppy to poop. The poetry side of that is the boots now get used for walks in the snow with an independent dog.

~Jamie said...

hmmm for me I would say that my poop is always the dishes... it's like a never ending stream of... well... you know...

and the poetry would be the first ever finished book!

JOY said...

Poop first - still miss the 2 dogs we lost last year. Grief hangs out, interrupts our conversations now and then, sometimes jumps out and goes BOO! So kind of miss some poop.

Poetry - the kick and excitement I get when I'm deep into writing something.

Carrie Wilson Link said...

I'm stealing, "really peels your apples."

Anonymous said...

Hey no fair, I get into trouble if I peel my apples. Here's to the poop being followed closely by a rainstorm to wash it all away to be followed by a day like we had in BR today.

Anita said...

Mine our similar to yours, but for poetry, I have to add the sun going down behind the mountains. I'm blessed to have beautiful views from my CO home...they always make me pause at sundown, especially.

Angie Ledbetter said...

Thanks, Giddy (Jenni) and the very same to you!

2nd Cup, your blog def peels my apple. :)

You are da bomb, Kathryn. More poetry and less poop to ya.

Amy, thanks for dropping in. I'll be by your place shortly.

Thanks, Michelle. Hope it's a poop-free day and coming week for you.

Debbie, love my nappage. Hoping to get one today in between taking my Mom to the casino and writer's group meeting tonight. :)

Angie Ledbetter said...

JyLnC, so glad your life's poetic at the moment mostly.

Thanky, Melissa. (Excited about starting your February Just Write Challenge!)

Diane (OCEAN mag), you're living the dream, girl. Congrats. Wish I lived closer so we could man a fix-it party for your beach crib. :)

Wish I'd thought of cool boots, Deb S. LOL

Jamie, yeah, I know about dem perpetual dirty dishes. Congrats on the book!!

You're welcome to it, Carrie girl. :)

Amen, Oren. It was beautiful yesterday here. Enjoyed quite a bit of time outside. Apple-peeling allowed here any time!

Anita, love the poetry of sunsets.

Andrea said...

I had a poopy day yesterday. Did my taxes and I owe the feds - more money than what's currently in the bank. Oh, well, maybe today will be filled with poetry!

Angie Ledbetter said...

Eww, Andrea, hope you get a month of poetry after that mega-load of poop!

Patresa Hartman said...

congrats on the poem! woooooo! that's fantastic. :)

poop and poetry. yes. oddly, sometimes i think the poop is the poetry, and the poetry is the poop.

kimmi said...

Angie, I love your poem. Beautiful., sweetie, just beautiful!

Angie Ledbetter said...

Thanks, Patresa. And I thought the same thing about the P&P switch ups. (Must be the crazy writers mind run amok.) :)

Awwww, kimmi girl, thanks!

bernthis said...

Poops: Can't get a date to save my life

NOt making much money
Still living in L.A.

Poetry: My daughter
My health
fAmily that loves and supports me

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