Is my name unique Demand to know its meaning Behold true image
NaPoWriMo Prompt– And last but not least, our (optional) prompt for the day. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that delves into the meaning of your first or last name. Looking for inspiration? Take a look at this poem by Mark Wunderlich, appropriately titled “Wunderlich.”
Good morning and welcome to day fourteen of #NaPoWriMo. Write about my name okay I came up with a tweetku from the #HaikuChallenge word because I’ve written poems about my name before –
Strip bed carry sheets to washer add detergent when sheets are washed move to dryer Buzzer carry it all back to bedroom remake bed with clean sheets and then collapse Worn out
NaPoWriMo Prompt– And now, on to our (optional) prompt. Today’s prompt comes from the Instagram account of Sundress Publications, which posts a writing prompt every day, all year long. This one is short and sweet: write a poem in the form of a news article you wish would come out tomorrow.
Good afternoon and welcome to day thirteen of #NaPoWriMo. I’m a little late today because I was doing the bedsheets this morning. Shawn was off to get his 2nd vaccine dose this morning and I figured he would want nice clean sheets to come home to thinking he may not be feeling too hot. As I mentioned earlier, Shawn has been remodeling our house. We now have a smart TV, a few home pods and next week we’ll be getting a smart refrigerator – good grief. But as I was cleaning the bedsheets this morning I decided I would be happy if I just had a self-making bed. I’m sure most people would understand if they ever made a bed one-handed. As it is I keep sure Shawn has not put a head or foot board on the bed. He didn’t understand why until I pointed out – Do you want to make the bed every time I wash the sheets.
Good afternoon and welcome to day twelve of #NaPoWriMo where I went on a timey-wimey trip. I found the classic dictionary a little difficult to navigate but I’ve played with out of fashionvocabulary before. And more recently used callipygian in a #haikuchallenge tweet.
America’s ass Let us discuss if it is Callipygian
So I was thinking about all the timey-wimey fun in End Game. I didn’t get the old vocabulary word into my final poem, but I thought everyone would be interested in my thought process for today’s prompt. And now since it is DEAR day, I should go procrastinate doing housework with more reading.
Fear of rejection Keeps my pen frozen in place Will anyone read?
A future author
Readers are fickle A nuisance asking advice Just write what you know
An annoyed author
NaPoWriMo Prompt– And now for our (optional) prompt. This is a twist on a prompt offered by Kay Gabriel during a meeting she facilitated at the Poetry Project last year. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a two-part poem, in the form of an exchange of letters. The first stanza (or part) should be in the form of a letter that you write either to yourself or to a famous fictional or historical person. The second part should be the letter you receive in response. These can be as short or long as you like, in the form of prose poems, or with line breaks – and of course, the subject matter of the letters is totally up to you.
Good afternoon and welcome to day eleven of #NaPoWriMo where I procrastinated with housework this morning and then slapped together two short poems as letters. I couldn’t figure out who I wanted to write and then remembered tomorrow is DEAR day – the first since Beverly Cleary passed away earlier this year. And Dear Mr. Henshaw is one of my favorite books. I think the author response would be more Henshaw than Cleary but either way it works for the prompt.
First, find a song with which you are familiar – it could be a favorite song of yours, or one that just evokes memories of your past. Listen to the song and take notes as you do, without overthinking it or worrying about your notes making sense.
Next, rifle through the objects in your junk drawer – or wherever you keep loose odds and ends that don’t have a place otherwise. (Mine contains picture-hanging wire, stamps, rubber bands, and two unfinished wooden spoons I started whittling four years ago after taking a spoon-making class). On a separate page from your song-notes page, write about the objects in the drawer, for as long as you care to.
Now, bring your two pages of notes together and write a poem that weaves together your ideas and observations from both pages.
Good afternoon and welcome to day ten of #NaPoWriMo where I am wooing my husband with poetry. I started with Bryan Adams – Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman? because Don Juan Demarco is one of Shawn’s and my favorite movies; but I ended up using Please Forgive Me.
This all started yesterday when my FaceBook memories pulled up an old poem Shawn wrote to me for #NaPoWriMo
Have you seen walking around town a man who looks lost and forlorn? He is in search of a woman he thought he knew except she may have told him one little fib. You see the man is my husband and for years he believed my birthday was April 29, 1911. But in fact… I was really born in 1910. I had no other choice but to lie to him. He would never marry an older woman and I knew I was eight months older than he.
This poem is based off the true story of my grandparents courtship. They did meet in grade school and even back in the dark ages 😉 teachers would announce birthdays. Well my grandma knew my grandfather’s birthday was in December so when her birthday came around in April she told him she was born in 1911. A lie that lasted, I’ve been told, for decades. It wasn’t until my grandfather went down to the social security office (to set up retirement payments?) and he learned her true age, because they did not have a record for an Estelle Tiger born in 1911 but they did have one for the same name and birthday but in 1910.
I wrote this poem yesterday a combination of the #NaPoWriMo and @piper_center prompts. It is a funny monologue about my grandparents’ 50th anniversary portrait – not exactly what the photo sees looking outward more like what was occurring inward.
Number One… Enter kitchen Turn on tea kettle Walk down hall Wake up twenty year old Go back to bedroom Check Facebook Get up to make coffee Stop before reaching kitchen Say hello to man in hallway What are you doing? Going to make coffee But I got distracted by This sexy man in the hall Canoodle because I love That word – Ca… Noo… Dle Actually go make coffee Take coffee back to bedroom Look at my to do list One – Write poetry Maybe after my coffee
NaPoWriMo Prompt –Our (optional) prompt for the day is to write a poem in the form of a “to-do list.” The fun of this prompt is to make it the “to-do list” of an unusual person or character. For example, what’s on the Tooth Fairy’s to-do list? Or on the to-do list of Genghis Khan? Of a housefly? Your list can be a mix of extremely boring things and wild things. For example, maybe Santa Claus needs to order his elves to make 7 million animatronic Baby Yoda dolls, to have his hat dry-cleaned to get off all the soot it picked up last December, and to get his head electrician to change out the sparkplugs on Rudolph’s nose.
Good Morning and welcome to day nine of #NaPoWriMo where I go slightly off script and describe my morning as a list poem. Yesterday Gretchen had to compose poem #3 for her poetry class; walked out into the family room to find her mother looking at the picture rail; questioned her strange behavior before complaining she had nothing to write about. Well mom can explain her strange behavior and give you a prompt for your poem at the same time. The day eight prompt @piper_center was to write a poem about what a photo in your home has seen looking outward. The next thing I know I’m being asked about the photo of my mom we have in the family room. It’s April there is definitely no lack of poetry inspiration as long as you know where to look.
I met and fell in love in grade school unaware she was an older woman. We married in 1932 and raised four children.
I lived most of my years in the garden state and spent summer hours toiling over the vegetables I grew in my backyard.
Married over fifty years my beloved wife, Estelle Ellett preceded me in death. One afternoon in June I was found by her gravestone.
NaPoWriMo Prompt– Today, I’d like to challenge you to read a few of the poems from Spoon River Anthology, and then write your own poem in the form of a monologue delivered by someone who is dead. Not a famous person, necessarily – perhaps a remembered acquaintance from your childhood, like the gentleman who ran the shoeshine stand, or one of your grandmother’s bingo buddies. As with Masters’ poems, the monologue doesn’t have to be a recounting of the person’s whole life, but could be a fictional remembering of some important moment, or statement of purpose or philosophy. Be as dramatic as you like – Masters’ certainly didn’t shy away from high emotion in writing his poems.
Good afternoon and welcome to day eight of #NaPoWriMo. I’m not sure I have the exact flavor of the prompt down. But the memories I have of my grandparents are few. I do remember the garden my grandpa had in his backyard and driving on the tractor with him when we would visit. I also remember when we moved down the street on Nottingham; I had found some little seed and planted it in our new backyard before the sod was placed down. My grandparents came to visit and I walked my grandpa over to the seed I planted. He saw the sprout and told my mom to leave it. He wasn’t sure what it was but was curious enough he wanted to see it grown and harvest. So the first summer in our new home, one corner of the backyard remained a dirt patch. And come fall we discovered my little seed was Indian corn. We pulled it and my mom used the one ear (it only grew one) as fall decoration on the front porch.
Hummingbird Flits over aloe Tiny wings Constantly Pulse as quick as a heartbeat Keeping her steady
NaPoWriMo Prompt– And now, for our (optional) prompt! There are many different poetic forms. Some have specific line counts, syllable counts, stresses, rhymes, or a mix-and-match of the above. Of the poetic forms that are based on syllable counts, probably the most well-known – to English speakers, at least – is the Japanese form called the haiku. But there are many other syllable-based forms. Today, I’d like to challenge you to pick from two of them – the shadorma, and the Fib.
Good afternoon and welcome to take two for #NaPoWriMo day seven. WordPress was stuck on autosave and would not let me publish. When I hit the refresh it did not save any portion of my draft. Luckily I write out my poems long hand in my poetry journal first. The only part I’m stuck writing anew is this paragraph.
I decided to try the shadorma and fell back on my favorite subject – The Hummingbird. I’ve already written poems with the Fibonacci sequence and carried the syllable count well passed eight. Here is a poem I wrote near the end of #NaPoWriMo five years ago. As you can see, the syllable count gets a little unwieldy as it grows – Verse Grows.
Well it looks like WordPress is not in an autosaving loop right now so I’m going to try and publish this in order to get on with the rest of my day. Hope to see everyone again tomorrow.
There is an online archive collecting stories about The Year of the Plague. It’s an interesting site to peruse and you may want to add your own story. This year has been somewhat easy on me; I never really stepped out of my house too often and on the plus side with all the virtual events I can go places and see people I didn’t have the opportunity to do before and all from the comfort of my home.
Yesterday after watching the Star Trek First Contact Day events and after cooking dinner (I figured homemade pizza would be appropriate) I attended the first Micropoetry Monday poetry reading. They had a great lineup of poets and I learned a couple new things. If you can, check out the reading next week – not sure how the pop-up readings work. But the link to the Monday readings are on the rinky dink press website.