Recently on Facebook, a quote (attributed to Dr. Seuss) has circulated, as follows:
“We are all a little weird, and life’s a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness, and call it love.”
Use the premise “Life’s a little weird,” and see where it takes you. You do not need to actually use the phrase in your piece – simply write whatever it brings to mind.
Marie’s Life
Life’s a little weird, in a wonderful sort of way.
When I was a child, my grandparents had one of the few color television sets in town, and the only one in our family. Signs in business windows proudly advertised, “air conditioned.” Mom’s remodeled kitchen included a handy-dandy new gadget to make dish washing a cinch – a sink sprayer. My time was spent with cousins, coloring books, and paper dolls.
My sophomore year of high school, we moved to Florida. For my Sweet 16th, I got an electric Smith Corona. State-of-the-art. Powder blue. Mom and Dad knew I would need it for secretarial courses. My time was spent with new friends, a new boyfriend, enjoying the beach, and missing home.
A mere year later, I was married. At 19, I became the mother of a beautiful baby girl, and went on to have two more children in the next five years. My time was spent with children, Care Bears, My Little Ponies, and He-Man action figures.
Eight years later, I was a single mom taking secretarial courses, where a 15-year-old Smith Corona was passé. Only months into classes, I met my second (and final) husband, and was offered a job at the then Medical College of Ohio (now University of Toledo). My time was spent with a loving husband, kids who were confused and challenging – but affectionate and respectful, scientists, computers, and government agencies.
Now-grown children have battled demons I could never have predicted, and would not have believed we could all make it through in one piece. And we would not have done so, but for the grace of the God with which I have been intimate since my early childhood. My time was spent with doctors, government agencies, at psych units, and before the throne of God.
At fifty-plus years of age, my life is full. My husband, who has supported my children and me through the toughest of times, remains the love of my life. My time is spent with aging parents, cousins, scientists, government agencies, online with poets and writers of children’s stories, writing my own poetry and children’s stories, blogging, communicating with writers from all over the world, Facebooking, caring for and thoroughly enjoying a new love (my granddaughter, Sophie), and before the throne of God.
Life’s a little wonderful, in a weird sort of way.
Walt’s Weirdness:
LIFE’S LOGIC
Life’s a little weird,
but that’s the way I like it.
A little weird is good
so logically, life is good.
Hey Marie Elena!
Before the throne of God is the safest place to be. I’ll see you there.
You used to work for the Medical college of Ohio? Cool beans bud!
Hi Benjamin! Yep, still there … both, actually: before the throne of God, and at MCO (but it is now University of Toledo). I’m at UT only 8 hours/week now.
meg
Life
Life’s a strange little bird
You just have to learn how to fly
LOVE, love, love this!
meg
The simplest is sometimes the most eloquent of all. PoetryShack, I salute you! Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/10/25/1030/
Marie, Thank you for sharing your life’s journey. I have crossed paths with you on MANY junctures – like being a single mother, then marrying a ‘Keith’ on my second (final) marriage. Looks like we both lived to tell about it. 🙂 Stay strong.
Back atcha, Patricia! 🙂
Weird Genes
Born with weird genes
And Chromosomal scenes
Of disastrous programming code
Cared less to impress
From what I express
Peculiarity is now my abode
Please forgive my beginning
I really hope you’re grinning
Allow me to introduce myself
My name is Weird Willy
And I know that I am silly
At least that’s what I’ve been told
Hilarious stem cells
With their whistles and their bells
Have developed into all funny bones
All my funny bones
With their guards and their drones
Make sure that I’m laughing well
I laugh and I cry
But I smile more than sigh
It’s all in the genes you can tell
All my cells are cracking up
From the time that I wake up
There’s no stopping them now
I guess that’s what I do
If that’s weird in front of you
We can still be friends
It was delightful to meet you
SO enjoyable a piece, and obvious that a lot of thought went into it. NICE, Benjamin!
meg
Paint Chip: Perfectly Plum
Some called her weird
because she lived
a purple life,
dressing in various
shades of lavender,
wrapping herself
in velvet scarves
of color.
Wild Wisteria
Orchid Mist
Purple Rhapsody
Misty Violet
Passion’s Breeze
all sent her smiling
till irradiate wafts
of various purples
were painted on her walls,
interwoven into her fabrics,
filled her color plate
and plastered on her soul.
Yet, I couldn’t help
but smile when I saw her
wishing I held another chip
to toss onto her table
just for luck,
a gamble many would not take,
but – oh, the joy in playing.
OH NO! that could be me!
Lucky you, if it is! This particular lady was exquisite in her nature and her lavender essence just ‘fit.’
I love this, Patricia! Beautifully written. 🙂
Patricia, loved this. Violets over violence any day! Really a sweet slice of life. Amy
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Terrific start, you two! And Walt, so good to see you up there!
All: My internet connection will be sporadic this coming week. I’ll miss you all, and will catch up on the weirdness as I can. 😉
Marie Elena
Marie, you’re a genuine gem and an inspiration to me! Thank you for being you and that goes for you too, Walt! Smiles to you guys…thank you for being here!
Marie, I’m weird whether you are looking or not, but I’ll try to save some “extra” just for you. Lovely start! Thanks and peace, Amy 8^)
Awww … thanks, ladies! ❤ !
HURRYING
I can’t wait to grow up!
Halloween is my favorite.
When will it get here?
I want to be a teenager.
I want to graduate
School takes so much time.
I want to be 21
So I can party!
I hate my job.
I can’t wait for the weekend.
Is it almost Christmas?
I need a vacation.
I am so uncomfortable.
When will this baby come?
The kids are growing so fast.
What will they be when they’re grown?.
I can’t wait to retire.
I will do what I always wanted.
Life will be sweet,
Except now I am getting old.
Where did the time go?
I forgot to enjoy all those moments.
I kept thinking past them.
And now my time is up.
Ain’t that the truth? My mother always said, “Stop wishing your life away!”. Nicely captured, Linda!
I’m suddenly glad I have acted on impulse so often in my life. It breeds a different style of regret, but at least I didn’t think twice!! (And no tattooes… yet) This is a wonderful reminder for us all! Amy
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I know all those feelings. Life is weird because of the way it accelerates: hurry up and wait.
Unconventional
Straight laced and conventional
can get pretty boring.
Straight faced and conditional
might just keep them snoring.
Countless strange oddities
may seem quite bizarre.
Unique quirky goofiness
makes you who you are.
Take a little journey
to far reaches in your mind.
Look beyond the normalcy
that rarely gets defined.
Listen with your ears.
Finish what you start.
Perceive with your mind.
Follow a true heart.
By Michael Grove
What If? ( a Fibo)
What
if
life is
merely a
hallucination
dreamed by death one Halloween night?
Hey Purp,
Not familiar with the form (what’s new?), but this was one twisted little synapse firing off in your brain. Simple, cutting, funny, thoughtful. Now you’ve got me wondering… Amy
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Hmmm. I just abbreviated the form name. It’s a Fibonacci. 1/1/2/3/5/8)
Hope I didn’t scare you so close to Halloween and all . . .
Twists of Fate
Simple twists of fate
form a reoccurring trend
and walk you down a well lit path
with your truest friend.
Random twists of fate
bring on change and don’t pretend
to blind you with vision
that you should not defend.
Stranger twists of fate
try to break but only bend
and leave you to your inner strength
so you have time to mend.
Complex twists of fate
that you cannot comprehend
brought forth to you thru destiny
as the grand scheme did intend.
Humbling twists of fate
that allow you to transcend,
bind your love thru empathy
until the very end.
Blissful twists of fate
on which you can depend,
lead you to a peaceful place
to where you shall ascend.
By Michael Grove
My Life’s a Little Different
I dry my hair.
He jumps up and down beside me.
I burn my finger.
She laughs.
I vacuum the floor.
He hugs the vacuum cleaner.
We have fun chatting,
even though she can’t talk.
I delight in his music
as he plays the vacuum cleaner hose.
I’m busy writing a novel
and she wants me to arrange
dozens of items on her lap in order.
I shop as I push her in her wheelchair
and he follows behind the cart.
I have to be careful where I put my teabags
so he doesn’t eat them.
I brush my teeth
and I brush theirs.
I do my exercises.
He wants to dance.
I wake up in the morning saying hello
as she says hello back.
I relax in the living room
and in he walks
with his pants around his ankles.
The calendar says October
and she’s ready for Christmas.
I pray in the morning
and he drools on my head.
I try to write a poem
and he barks.
Life’s a little weird sometimes.
Connie, I did not see this ending coming. What an amazing point of view. The last stanza is stunning! Amy
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Very coool ending!
Sara
Life really IS like that.
KINESIS
Engulfing amoeba;
swarming, splitting
moving about hungrily.
Life feeding life
feeding life.
Microscopically,
paradoxically;
sophisticated
provision.
©Hannah Gosselin
Hannah, I just saw ‘Contagion’ and this brought some of that back to me. Life needs more life to live, and I guess I wasn’t thinking about the POV of…. maybe, a virus! Amy
I haven’t seen that one yet, just googled it though lots of really great actors/actresses in this film. I’ve been thinking/writing/painting amoeba lately, pondering the small to live the large scale picture. 🙂
Hi Hannah,
Benjamin Thomas here appreciating you work of kinesis! love that title!
Did you by any chance study microbiology? or was Amoeba randomly on your mind?
CONTRARY MIND
spinning
spiraling
down, down, down
into the depths of darkness
my mind tells me
I am beyond hope
nothing can help
I should be able to manage
on my own
I do not need that little pill
at the bottom
I resign
spinning
spiraling
onward and upward
into another blue sky day
my mind tells me
I am just fine
I don’t need any help
I can manage
on my own
I don’t need that little pill
at the top
I resist
spinning
spiraling
down
down
down
again
2011-10-25
P. Wanken
(Bouts of depression…and my mind has a mind of its own. That’s a little weird!)
Paula, very effective take on the prompt. What is is about our brain chemistry that tells us NOT to take the pill? To NOT take the pill? The pill, thou shouldst ne’er take…
Great poem. Amy
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And…it’s weird how the mind allows you to see this pattern when you’re not in the midst of it.
…sigh… 😉
Thanks, Amy.
❤ Paula
This one hits home. I don’t need it, I don’t need it, WAIT! I do need it, but I don’t want to need it.
Sara
Indeed…the WANT to not NEED…
~P.
It seems as though you’re outside of this, looking in – progress, don’t you think? Now all that’s need is to turn your back!
Yes, ViV…outside of the cycle, looking in…that is INDEED progress. *hugs* P.
Paula,
I know this experience all too well….spiraling, spinning, down, down, down…
then UP-ward bound into new blue sky day. Yep, sounds like my daily life LOL.
But come to think of it, if we didn’t have the spiraling down experience we wouldn’t appreciate the upward bound as much. Your poem made me visualize a descending leaf with a mind of it’s own spiraling, down, down against it will but can’t overcome the gravitational pull towards the earth. But the moment it reaches the earth its on an upward bound again, a new journey to new heights and somehow gets assimilated back into the tree which will later releases the leaf again on another descending spiral against it’s will (like some kind of life cycle). Interesting.
Great poem.
Thank you, Benjamin, for your comments…and the “picture” of the leaf. And though I would like for all blue sky days, you’re right–I think the appreciation for them is greater having had days in the dark depths.
~Paula
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Okay…you knew I would write something like this, right?
Life is Weird
Life is really weird, my friend,
which makes me feel quite cheered, my friend.
Yes, it’s the unexpected stuff:
bizarre, peculiar, off the cuff,
odd, uncanny, wacky, strange
quirky things, that for a change
make life fun. It’s true, my friend.
So…weird? A point of view, my friend.
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This is so funny. Mine is a different shade of wacky! Quirky R Us. Nice! Amy
Excellent. Gave me a good laugh, too.
LOL, RJ! I’d expect no less from you! 🙂
meg
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RJ, did we drink the same Kool-Aid? POV. Amy
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Weirdos In Living Color
Pondering life, parsing a Wordle
at my local locally owned café
Out the window, saw a weirdo
Headed over Starbucks way
Reet suit, silk tie, plus a gadget
dangled on his ear, he talked to it
Rhythm on the street was financial
I could tell – he walked to it
People in hats lug large boxes
with handles they clutch tight as breath
Talking so fast ‘bout Wall Street, K Street
Talking fast as a dealer on Meth
Where’re they going? What’s the rush?
Why is Rush a god and God replaced
by Sunday crosswords, fancy brunch
What’s the point of all their haste?
I’m content with three hots and a cot
Better still, a rabbit-eared TV
Come watch parades of Armani lemmings
dive off a cliff so willingly
© 2011 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
For Poetic Bloomings, “Life’s a Little Weird.” Also at my poetic touchstone, Poets United.
Marie Elena and Walt,
Yes, life is a little weird and it’s good. Glad to hear it’s good for both of you! Great prompt idea. Here’s mine. From one of my favorite weird stories:
http://lolamousedroppings.blogspot.com/2011/10/grinning-like.html
Bravo, Lolamouse! I hope everyone has visited your site to check out your response. Love it!
meg
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