Thursday, July 3, 2014
In this larger space, I'd like to post prompts and discussion questions, and invite my readers to respond. Please post an answer below. I approve all comments because of spammers, so be patient for your answer to appear, please.
Today I address this discussion question to writers:
Do you write with the audience in mind, or do you write for yourself to calm the Muse?
There's writing because you must... and then there's writing "smart." By smart, I mean writing for a consumer audience in mind. It is "smart" to see what the current trends are--for example, vammpires (as long as there aren't TOO many vampire stories out there). It is "smart" to know what the school system is currently adding to their curriculum, and which books will garner awards-- for example, children's non-fiction stories.
From the Depths of Red Bluff
Friday, May 30, 2014
I am a magnolia, reflecting the proud, the strong,
the lovely South, all the way down to my Southern Belle
roots, planted firmly in Baptist grit and Mississippi
mud. In the spring I cover myself
in buds that bloom into creamy white
flowers between leaves, glossy green
on top; velvety underneath. Wanted for my beauty,
many attempt to touch me, and when they do,
they bruise my delicate petals
for I have no defense
but to curl up, turn brown and ugly,
then wither away.
Sometimes you have to make your own miracle.
Today is my birthday, but I woke up crying because I lost 2 sweet friends yesterday. Timmy died in a wreck a mile from my house. He was in my class, from 2nd to 11th grade. I even called him my boyfriend in 4th grade. I'd lost contact with him since school days (decades ago) until I saw him at visitation for Bruce, my former brother-in-law, who had suddenly died. Bruce was also in our class (our school was small, one homeroom per grade). Timmy and his wife had recently moved back here. He and Bruce were only 55 when they passed away. Neil is my sister's brother in law who was a grade ahead of me. He was special. He lived with his brother, who watched out for him. He had an innocent, giving nature. Neil died in his sleep, not a bad way to go, but he was too young, only 56. So here I was crying. Then I thought, isn't it selfish to cry? Am I crying for me? They are free spirits now. Wanting to keep them on earth is selfish. So, I got up and made coffee, and thought, the best thing to do in their memory is to LIVE.
These little bluebirds had left the nest their mom had built in my yellow bird house.
Here is an old, brown bloom that will soon fall off the stem; and here are many more buds ready to open. Unseen, are many more flowers that only exist in dreams and imaginings for now,
|The bloom I cut is on the right.|
Sunday, April 13, 2014
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
I know I've neglected my blog dear readers, but it's been the BUSIEST year of my life and only one thing is finished, one BIG thing... my first book! I haven't released the Kindle version yet, but will after I finish with my National Board Professional Teacher Certification. It's a MAJOR ordeal!
My first Book Signing will be on April 26 at the Mississippi Poetry Society's Spring Festival at Comfort Inn & Suites, Starkville, MS. Hope you can make the festival!
You can find my book, From the Depths of Red Bluff is now on Amazon just in time for National Poetry Month! As soon as I find out how and have time it will be on Kindle! I'm not trying to make a lot of money (as if poets could), I just want to share my poetry and hope it touches someone.
If you are thinking of publishing a book, please read my helpful advice here.
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Sunday, September 22, 2013
This is us shooting little plastic frogs into the "pool" on the song Five Green and Speckled Frogs. Children love to combine play with songs!
I learned to play the djembe hand drum, BOOM bah and the Djun-djun with sticks. These are West Africa instruments. We did dances, claps, and the drums to character education songs in Drumming Up Character. I'm so excited our counselor, in charge of the PBIS (Positive Behavior in Schools) curriculum is going to order the program for me! It has a dvd and complete character ed instruction. I will teach the song and dances. The kids will love it and learn a lot about good character in the process!
The drum circle included the "tick-tock" blocks and maracas. It was so much fun and I think the kids would love it! I hope to find some money via a grant. I don't know how or where, but I bet it would make a big difference for some kids.
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
This cutie certainly qualifies as a small beauty.
|Photo by Wynne Huddleston|
Very early one morning I dreamed about a yellow bird and its baby. The next morning I saw my dream becoming reality. Although my dreams often do come true... it still gave me a strange feeling. If only I could harness this ability which seems to come and go... for instance, I was staring at my ceiling stain from where my AC unit in the attic leaked last year and guess what? Hours later it was leaking again... more on this later. Back to the yellow bird dream:
The bird has a string, like a clothesline wrapped around its neck. I unwind it, but the bird still sits there in a tangle of straw. Finally I say, I'm trying to save your life--get off! It looks at me and says, I'm trying to save my baby! I pick it up and it has underneath it, in its claws, a baby bird. I don't know what to do with them. I set them on the ground, but I'm afraid a mean bird nearby will get them. I move them, a white rabbit appears, I move them again. They seem to be okay and I wake up.
|Injured bird? Where its tail? Fuzzy crown on head... |
Photo by Wynne Huddleston
|Photo by Wynne Huddleston|
I'm wondering now if this is the bird I saw in an opening in the brick by the AC pipe outside and if when they cleaned the "LINE" it decided to move. Or maybe my dream was making a pun on "line" as in a line of poetry... hmm.
It's a Carolina wren! I found a pic almost exactly like this one! http://www.andrewclem.com/Archives/2005/05/11wb.html
The description fits the mom, too. White eyebrows, pale yellow breast, gray/brown back and wings.. They say they stay on the ground while learning so I guess it's supposed to be there. I believe the dad was in a nearby tree next to a bush that I had been trying to weed muscadime, blackberries, honeysuckle and a bunch of other junk out of. Apparently they like brush piles, and the berries, so I guess I will leave it alone. They may even build in your potted plant! The male and female pair for life, how sweet! The male builds several nests and the female chooses which she prefers, lol! The male Carolina Wren can sing up to forty different songs – up to 3,000 times in a single day! The male in my yard, I guess this one's dad says, Germany, Germany Germany! And Teakettle-teakettle. You can listen here.
I sure will watch where I step from now on. It's no bigger than a baby frog, and the color camouflages it!
Come on, take wing,
Tiny little thing.
flat on his face...
UPDATE!!! Mama decided to move in the birdhouse my youngest son and his wife gave me for Mother's Day : )
It's near my garage, so every time I come out she starts fussing at me, lol!
- Wynne Huddleston
- Wynne Huddleston is a poet, musician and teacher. Her first book of poetry, From the Depths of Red Bluff, ISBN: 978-0-9840483-2-8, published by the Mississippi Poetry Society, Inc., is now available on Amazon and Barnes and Noble. Ms. Huddleston is the Mississippi Poetry Society 2014 Poet of the Year. Her poetry has been published in numerous publications including the Birmingham Arts Journal, Camroc Press Review, Stymie Magazine, Danse Macabre, Orange Room Review, New Fairy Tales Anthology, Ink, Sweat & Tears, and Four and Twenty. Her poem, Same Stars, Different Houses received a Pushcart Nomination from Deep South Magazine. Awards include the 2013 MPS Award, and Winner of the Grandmother Earth National Contest 2010 for Environmental Poetry. Ms. Huddleston was born in Lone Star, Texas, but has lived in Mississippi most of her life. She has been an elementary music teacher for 25 years, and has 2 grown sons, and 2 grandchildren.