‘This umbrella tires of holding up the rain’

This umbrella tires of holding up the rain.
Her waterproof nylon grown thin,
Ribs starting to bend to the wind,
She tires,
Whispers: “Let the rain drench you.”
Wind blown sideways like the sky
Asking for directions as it falls
To the earth looking for suture:
Heal us, our stars and their stories.

This umbrella tires of holding up the rain.
It beseeches me to close it
“Look up!”
See patterns raindrops make falling
Like a web of stars torn apart
Looking for a new storyteller
To mix the tonic God pours down on us.
“Wrap your arms around me,” she says,
“Let the story fall on its own.”

Umbrella, I tire of holding back rain.
Open me up and I will catch it
This mystery I can no longer solve
The water will resolve its story
In rivers

Holding my collapsing ribs,
Holding my frayed skin together,
She accepts the rain inside.

Warm Hand (1987 – age: 17)

November 5, 1987

Warm hand
I hold your
Warm heart

Strong arm
grab my
to the sea
we face

Whisper breeze
to share

Soft pale skin
sensual touch
lips to
red lips
white neck
soft pale

A shiver

In my heart
to swim
float in
the warm
sea air
life in you
warm hand

Over the next few weeks I will be spending time with my 16-17 year old self from 1987. In no particular order, these poems will be presented in the final form I found them on computer discs discovered in an attic many years ago. This will culminate in the next entry of my Into My Own, My Story as a Writer.  The first of the series can be found here:



Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge August 14, 2018

Come visit us in the GDG today and follow Beth’s weekly prompt… “smoke on the water” you may find there is much more to Deep Purple than you ever knew! Stephen

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Hi everyone!  Apologies for missing posting a challenge last week.  Sometimes life gets in the way.  But we are back!

Deveraux Frazier and Beth Amanda are currently hosting the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge which was started by our star writer Christine Ray. We hope to offer all of you something that will spark your creativity and willingness to participate.

The prompts are designed to be quick challenges that can be written in 10 to 15minutes,  inspire you creatively, are fun, and get everyone interacting.  Please post your response to the prompt in the comments below and show your fellow posters some love and support.  All members of the Go Dog Go community, including Baristas, are welcome to participate.  Feel free to share this post on your own blogs and/or Facebook.

We are always looking for cool, quick writing prompts.  If you have a great idea for a future Tuesday…

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Blow Away the Smoke

When last seen, the smoke had settled on the water

He looked up at the fire ball screaming across the sky

Hoping it would soon end.  Night had become day,

Day had become night and he was left sorting stars.

This one tells the story of a dolphin dancing in the surf

This one tells the story of our hunter Orion and his aegis

This one tells the story of a mother chained for her beauty

This one tells the story of…

Me.  I have burnt my deck house down to the water line

Row away with me in the life raft, open to elements, feel

Rain drip down our cheeks and lightning tickle our lips.

I will be the fire in your sky, just blow away the smoke.

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge August 14, 2018

Image: smoke on the water by raun

Smoke on the water

Before We Sleep

Driven for miles and miles.
Accelerator leg begins to ache,
A nerve end grown annoyed at the stillness.
Seat adjusted forward, up, down, and back
Nothing calms the temperamental child
Tossing tantrums on my cheeks: sneak attack!
Stop. Stop! STOP! Get OUT! Put out this fire!

Still driving.
Driven miles and miles.
Feigning appeasement, the car pulls over
To buy plain M&Ms, update profiles.
One more nut and insanity will takeover.
Sane fall like leaves from trees coloring woods
Like blood’s first taste of O 2, but too soon
The brown, dried, crunch, tramples underfoot.

More miles to drive,
So many more miles to drive before
We sleep. A tree standing naked beside
The road reminds me to watch her disrobe.
Teasing me, knowing a firm nipple slides
Free from lace to arouse voices lost deep
Inside my head: Wake up, you grim weeper
Promise me one more song before we sleep.

Promote Yourself Monday- August 13, 2018

Please head over to the Café and celebrate a new week with your favorite Baristas and Guests by sharing your favorite piece of writing from last week at your blog. An exciting community awaits you on top of the umbrella tree in fancy hats!

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Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday.  All Go Dog Go Cafe readers, guest writers, and baristas are invited to post one link to one specific post (600 words or less please!) from your blog into the comments section below.

If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.


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And so it begins… at My Seven Storeys

Please take a trip to MySevenStoreys, a new essay-based blog that offers reflections on one man’s spiritual journey home. This week, I reflect on why I am starting a spiritual blog and offer some insights into my definition of the divine.


Why begin a spiritual blog? The last year has been a reckoning for me as I have come to terms with decisions and their consequences. My best friend’s mom called this my period of bardo. Per Wikipedia: “bardo is a Tibetan Buddhist term describing a state of existence between death and rebirth, varying in length according to a person’s conduct in life and manner of, or age at, death.” Clearly meant as a metaphor for the death of one “life” and the transition to another, her wisdom bore itself out over the last year and so continues. When life turned on its head, what some perceived it as self-destruction, I felt a spiritual rebirth.

I should say that I feel a spiritual rebirth.

When I began this blog a few months back, I had intentions of being inspired by Thomas Merton’s autobiography, The Seven Storey Mountain. Life happened and…

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The Week in Review (8/11/18) – New Beginnings and Old Connections

Original followers of the SailorPoet blog now retitled Pointed Home may recall The Week in Review feature where I would reflect on what was written the week prior, look ahead to my writing plans for the week, share a multitude of links, and occasionally offer a reflection on what the week meant to me.

Its back. Over the last year, I have deconstructed and reconstructed my life. No need to go into details here, as I develop my new blog, MySevenStoreys (https://mysevenstoreys.blog/), I suspect enough of that story will be revealed to help followers of my writing understand some meaning behind the words. I note the important thing this week bringing back this feature: new connections and reconnections. From Otters to Bobcats, Domers to Norfolkians, Baristas to Sailors, I reflect with gratitude on all who have believed in me and stuck around.

So, what went down last week? First an invitation to the Go Dog Go Cafe and the return of my good friend Gina, one of the original baristas who has resumed her reflections on the week at the Cafe with her Come Sit With Me series. The Baristas at the cafe, new and old, are thrilled to have Gina back after a particularly trying year for her:

11th August 2018 – Come Sit With Me – In the Go Dog Go Tree Top Café

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