Wednesday, June 11, 2008

3WW - Change, Key, Dizzy

My new life in the mountains has been a much harder adjustment than anticipated. Getting out and meeting new people when you are in a remote area, not to mention disabled, is overwhelming. I'm going to get my scooter charged and meet me some neighbors before my bloom begins to fade. I've tried a cinquain this week with the rules below. Dizzy was hard to get in this poem but the definition I used was lacking seriousness; given to frivolity.

ISOLATION

Forced seclusion

Change is key

Craving lost dizzy life

Loneliness

A cinquain has five lines. Line 1 is one word (the title). Line 2 is two words that describe the title. Line 3 is three words that tell the action. Line 4 is four words that express the feeling. Line 5 is one word that recalls the title.


18 comments:

paisley said...

that is the one question mark in my solitary existence... will i somewhere down the road,, when the bloom is fully off the rose,, regret the solitary living arrangement in which i find so much pleasure today....

pepektheassassin said...

Here am I, living in the heart of a city, and my ONLY and BEST friends (well, I do have lots of acquaintances) are INVISIBLE and live in my computer.

Not that I'm complaining....but I don't visit or chat or share etc with anyone else but you (and family, of course)!

*To be read accompanied by Kimya Dawson's "Anyone Else But You."

(Gee, I need to get out more!)

pia said...

You do have your husband and a great tude

I think so many of us make changes for all the right reasons but remember the changes we made when we were young and it was so easy to meet people

I found a great hair salon, nail salon, am going to go to Weight Watchers and join the community health club.

I feel disabled as I can't drive--the world's a safer place without me on the road--but then I read you and your attitude just amazes me

This was a rare foray into lonliness and it was done so well

Brian said...

(((((Tammy))))

You lost me on the bunny/kitties. :(

Anyway, great poem.

Is there anything I can do for you?

Xinh said...

Nice job.

TC said...

You truly are inspiring to all of us. This was beautiful, if sad.

Eileen said...

Tammy,
I love how your so open and honest. I also love how you write and express yourself so beautifully.

I hope with the nice weather you can get out and meet more people around you. Since we moved to the country, I feel myself withdrawing more and more from peers. I need to force myself to get out and be more social, but it is hard for me. Yet, I remember being lonely in a time in my life and it was awful!
Keep blooming, my friend.
XOXOXO

bella said...

Being in a new place is always hard I think.
And it makes sense that it would be even more so when where you have moved is remote.
Loneliness and isolation are words, theme, that seem to show up in so many of my own experiences.
somehow just knowing others are here, in this, too, it makes even the loneliness less lonely.
thinking of you this day.

Remiman said...

Tammy,
I like what you did with the form. Now I feel the need to try it.
Everytime I read you I'm lifted out of the morass of self pity and see the bright side of life again.
Have fun making new acquaintences and friends!
rel

Nancy said...

Oh Tamela,
I wish I lived closer (duh, right?)
We would hang out of course and ease each other's lonliness.

I miss you and feel badly I haven't been in touch more. Me thinks we should make a "Phone date", yes?
Love you,
Nance

anthonynorth said...

I can understand this. Sometimes I live a secluded life nowadays, and it can get on top of you after a while.

Star said...

Excellent poem; sad subject--but that can be remedied!

I'm feeling a bit isolated these days also. After I made a detour to find a way to work this morning (after dropping off the hubs), they closed the bridge I used. So now I have to find an even more creative way to get back to the other side tonight. Meanwhile, it feels like we're in a bunker with all the sandbags built up around my workplace.

Until then, I'll just reach out to you, knowing that we're making a connection across the miles :)

rebecca said...

reading the definition of a cinquain, you did excellently, tammy. i liked it very much and thought it perfect.

and, yes, my dear friend, get that scooter charged and get out there and begin to meet new friends...you've adjusted to the most difficult thing you can in this life; this should be a piece of cake.

((hugs and love))
rebecca

paris parfait said...

Tammy, a lovely poem. And with your outgoing personality, I know it must be difficult to be in an isolated environment. You bring joy and energy wherever you go and I'm sure you'll make new friends. And am hoping to see you late in July - just have to figure out how to get to your cozy mountain abode! :) xoxox

pjd said...

This is devastating, with a glimmer of light at its very center.

You set yourself a very hard task this week, I think, and pulled it off beautifully. Dizzy was the word that gave me fits in my haiku.

one more believer said...

those scooters rock!!!.. so mobile.. ahhh, imagine the freedom... roads to travel, people to see, picnics to experience... oh, and of ourse, neighbors to meet... motorcycles move over!!! thanks for the definition of the form.. will hafta try.. did a great job! ...laughter comes easy with the wind blowing in your hair..

Robbin with 2 B's! said...

Oh, so beautiful Tammy, I've not heard of that type of poetry before, I'm going to give it a try. Thanks for sharing that.

Rae Trigg said...

Very powerful poem. Thank you for introducing me to another form of poetry. I'll have to try it some time.