Were I.

Were I to blink,

Would the sun refrain from shining?

Were I to sigh,

Would the wind hold its breath?

Were I to laugh,

Would the heavens stop their crying?

Were I to know,

Would it matter, nonetheless?

J.Clements

Now and Then.

We are but creatures

of now.

And yet, shadows,

Of  ‘then’.

J.Clements

Fragments

Sometimes, in the silence

I hear the echo of your voice,

And the way your foot grips your shoe

Comes to mind, from long ago.

Sometimes while doing dishes,

I am reminded of your lashes

And the crinkles that parenthesize your mouth

And crease, just so.

Sometimes, at inopportune moments,

I am reminded of your fingers

And the ‘patting squeezing’ thing

You do, to replace feelings you cannot show.

Lately, I forget you

And the remembering is always surprising

It’s just the way that life goes on

To and froe, to and froe.

But sometimes, I feel your solitude,

Late at night, in your home

And your deliberations of the fragements

Of all the wars you’ve fought alone.

Pre-wedding thoughts

Wow.

I am getting married in three weeks.

This is huge. H-U-G-E.

I can’t seem to concentrate long enough lately to write prose, so here’s some mush travelling around my mind at alternate speeds of one million miles an hour and serious ’snail time’…

Time Warp

Just a second before I give you the ultimate gift.

Just a second.

Just a minute before I say ‘yes’,

- And hand you the rest of my life.

Just a second before I close the door

Firmly,

On lost loves and the agony of lost dreams

Just a second

Before I step a joint step with you,

Forward,

Into the unknown that is our life together.

Just a second before my father

Loses a daughter,

And gains a son.

Just a tremmor of time and we’ll be there,

 - You,

And me,

And God,

(and Elvis)

And everyone we know.

It is impossible

To sum up this feeling,

 - Even ‘for just a second’.

Random Ramblings

A fool’s penalty.

Tic-toc, tic-toc.

You never once stopped

To think.

Game over.

A Friday afternoon soppy poem, while he sleeps…

One crooked smile,

Two skinny feet,

Three kisses in the morning,

Four legs between our sheets.

Five cookies with your coffee,

Six towels to wash a week,

Seven nights of warmth and closeness,

Eight remotes for the TV (!)

Nine times out of ten, you turn my mouth into a smile

Its on your love that I am counting, it makes everything worthwhile.

I love you bubz,

Jodie

x

Playing with Traffic … The Ultimate Experiment.

So… ya mamma told ya never to play with the traffic eh?  Times have changed.

I posted a viral marketing post on Facebook.

See here: http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=31196706272

The idea is to see what viral marketing can REALLY do for a website.

I also said.. that after getting 100,000 visitors to my site, I WILL (a promise is a promise) do something wild online (but not obscene)… 

Pls, add your comments below on what that wild thing should be… and we’ll see. 

Use your minds, go crazy, knock yourselves out. I am wide open to ideas.

jodie

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From 5 to 28,000 visitors… in less than 60 seconds… (and back again) :(

What AM I Yadda-ing on ABOUT?

Lemme tell ya.

I have had this blog for ages. Eons.  Well, er, at least 7 months or so. At first I was all Gung-ho (is that how you spell that?).  All excited, you know - the novelty and all that… I had visions of millions of readers, a mention by the pope, the Pulitzer prize and potentially, even the Nobel Peace Prize in my oh-so-near future.

After coming back down to earth with a resounding clang big enough to bruise my ego, if not my secret craving for fame, fortune and all things hideously evil (but oh-so satisfying)… I came to a very slow and painful realization…

I have an average of 5 readers a day; one of them is my friend sharon and the other four are probably my mother.

So - after choking down that jagged little pill, how on EARTH did I end up with 28,000 readers in one day you ask?

Well, I can tell you for one thing… it had absolutely….. undoubtedy….. NADA to do with my writing talent.

Ya. Sad, but true.

You see, a long time ago, a friend sent me a joke. I posted that joke. About six  months later, someone read that joke on my blog and then posted it on Reddit.com and Stumbleupon.com and ….Voila, Bob’s your uncle, Fanny’s your Aunt… there you have it - 28,000 readers. Thank you very much, my work here, is done.

Well, as you can imagine… 28000 readers in one day is something to get VERY excited about (joke or no joke)… but here, the story gets even sadder (feel free to grab your nearest kleenex, toilet roll or corner of table cloth)…

Just as quckly as they came… they went. Woosh. It was all over before I could say Jack Robinson, let alone Bob’s your uncle.  However, I still had hope in my heart, oh yes. Each day I crept into google analytics with the faint hope that maybe, just MAYBE someone who came to view my joke, might just discover my most fabulous talentedness and send it to everyone they know on face book.

It could happen, couldn’t it?

(Couldn’t it?)

It didn’t.

Sharon, I’ll see you on Friday for breakfast and mum… stop reading my blog (!!!).

… And then, there was 1.