NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Twenty-Two

Kisses – Cento

O kiss me now; the end is near
I have only kissed the shadow
and kisses are a better fate
A touch, a groan, a kiss
I melt beneath thy storm of kisses

He did not kiss me when he said /good-bye;
Ay, with a kiss this life destroy!
Bent down and kissed the sleeping /Night
And to my heart with clinging kisses
I taste your kiss

  1. The First and Last Ameen Rihani
  2. In the Meadow Ameen Rihani
  3. since feeling is first e.e. cummings
  4. O, Sweet Sometime Ameen Rihani
  5. Dissolution Ameen Rihani
  6. Her First Sorrow Ameen Rihani
  7. The First and Last Ameen Rihani
  8. Dawn Paul Laurence Dunbar
  9. O, Give Me Strength to Take Ameen Rihani
  10. The Kiss Shawn Hosking

NaPoWriMo Prompt And now for our prompt (optional, as always). In honor of today’s being the 22nd day of Na/GloPoWriMo 2022, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that uses repetition. You can repeat a sound, a word, a phrase, or an image, or any combination of things.

Good afternoon and welcome to day twenty-two of Napowrimo where I got the idea to patch poems together after yesterday’s jaunt down the rabbit hole. I need to burn my journals, but I came across a couple gems. One was a poem Shawn wrote me back in the early days. The first line was “I taste your kiss”. I decided kiss is a good word to repeat. Gretchen told me she has to write a cento for one of her classes. Apparently hers has to be 25 lines; good grief that is a long found poem. I figured ten lines is long enough for me. I searched kiss on poets.org and wrote down lines with kiss in them, and then played with their arrangement. I think this poem reads coherently and holds its own. Centos are tricky when you want to make a combination of parts into something new and whole. I hope you enjoyed my contribution today.

#NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Twenty-one

Milady in Puerto Rico Summer 1993

Animalia Journal

Surprise to see college roommate
Last minute switch, I did not know
She found herself in a single
I only dormed one semester

Spring of ninety-three I commute
And visit her on occasion
Then sophomore year we lose touch
A small blip by graduation

The Albright Knox art gallery
Sits across the street from Buff State
A frequent distraction from school
Why can’t I recall any art?

NaPoWriMo PromptToday’s (optional) prompt is one I got from the poet Betsy Sholl. This prompt asks you to write a poem in which you first recall someone you used to know closely but are no longer in touch with, then a job you used to have but no longer do, and then a piece of art that you saw once and that has stuck with you over time. Finally, close the poem with an unanswerable question.

Good afternoon and welcome to day twenty-one of napowrimo where I’ll admit to cheating. Once upon a time – Fall of 1992, I started college at Buffalo State where according to my Animalia Journal my roommate was supposed to be one Heather Hofsdal. Hence my surprise on move in day and I find someone else in the room. Milady and I became friends and in the same journal was the photo of her on summer break 1993. However, I did not really like dorming and moved back home after only one semester.

Since the Albright Knox art gallery is across the street from Buffalo State and I have been there quite a few times, one would think I’d be able to write about one piece that stuck with me, but I drew a blank. And if something hasn’t struck me after seeing it more than once, I don’t think I have found that one piece. Something that has stuck with me is Animalia and I found it ironic that the spark for today’s prompt was on the pages of a journal I kept 30 years ago.

Look through old journal
Travel back for a glimpse at
Someone I once knew

#NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Twenty

#HaikuChallenge #CoffeeTime

NaPoWriMo PromptAnd now for today’s (optional) prompt. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that anthropomorphizes a kind of food. It could be a favorite food of yours, or maybe one you feel conflicted about. I feel conflicted about Black Forest Cake, for example. It always looks so pretty in a bakery window, and I want to like the combination of cherries and chocolate . . . but I don’t. But how does the cake feel about it?

Good morning and welcome to day twenty of NaPoWriMo where I write in the POV of coffee. The #haikuchallenge word today is lose and my earlier version was –

Every morning
She trusts me to work magic
Lose her displeasure

I’m ambivalent over which version I like better. It’s funny because Gretchen wanted me to proofread one of her papers before she left for school yesterday, but she said I was sleeping. I told her she could have woken me up. She said I’d be grumpy (before coffee). Instead she just sent me an invite to google docs to proofread it while she was at school. Then the evil twin sent me her essay to proofread. Hey Kati, personal pronouns should not appear in formal essays! The evil twin has been long out of essay writing practice. There is no amount of coffee available for me to lose my displeasure at reading I, we, us in an essay. Coffee already has a big job in this house. 😉

#NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Nineteen

Look Forward to Spring

Look at the falling snow
Grass has no chance to grow
The only things certain
in life are death and taxes
April turns bitter cold
Winter keeps a tight hold
Spring begins to shorten
How does eighty-one look?

NaPoWriMo PromptAnd now for our daily (optional) prompt! Today’s challenge is to write a poem that starts with a command. It could be as uncomplicated as “Look,” as plaintive as “Come back,” or as silly as “Don’t you even think about putting that hot sauce in your hair.” Whatever command you choose, I hope you have fun ordering your readers around.

Good afternoon and welcome to day nineteen of napowrimo aka my dad’s birthday. And no it’s not snowing in Phoenix. One of the reasons I moved out here, but I hear the east coast is dealing with a snowstorm. Ugh! Snow in April. No thank you. I’d much rather deal with the high of 97 we are supposed to reach today.

Anyway since my dad is eighty-one today, I thought an eight line poem would be fun. I took inspiration from here not sure I followed it exactly but it was an interesting exercise and I did start the poem with a command even if it is one I may never follow again.

Thank you for reading my contribution today. Apparently I need to go and proofread a couple end of term papers, now. Patricia has uploaded the show notes to yesterday’s podcast, so if anyone is interested in reading those while they listen you can click here and scroll down to the show notes link or the PDF version if you prefer.









#NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Eighteen

I beg your pardon

Inspiration wanes
in April poetry begs
me to write daily

Always reply, I
decline for secret reasons
make them beg for why
(borrowed from E.B. White)

Kiss me once, twice, thrice
Write poetry of our love
Beg for more romance

Another Monday
writing poetry in bed
chores beg to be done

Need one more answer
Laundry remains in dryer
Begs for attention

NaPoWriMo PromptLast but not least, here is today’s prompt (optional, as always). It’s based on Faisal Mohyuddin’s poem “Five Answers to the Same Question.” Today, I’d like to challenge you to write your own poem that provides five answers to the same question – without ever specifically identifying the question that is being answered.

Good afternoon and welcome to day eighteen of napowrimo. I took the #haikuchallenge word for today, beg and wrote five haikuesque answers. As an extra bonus today here is a link to the haiku pea podcast. Today’s episode is punctuation.

Semicolons
Chance to catch your breath;
Before drowning

As my long time readers know, my family has been affected by suicide. I learned about the semicolon project several years ago. World semicolon day was Saturday April 16. But always remember there is more to your story. Semicolons Important Punctuation. Thank you for taking the time to read my contribution today. I appreciate all my readers.

#NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Seventeen

To begin with Beanie was a stray who wandered around my husband’s work until Shawn brought her home. She was a good tempered dog, friendly but also stubborn. If she did something she wasn’t supposed to she would whine and whimper when you told her no. Sometimes you would think someone was murdering the poor dog not just telling her no. One weekend we took her on a camping trip. Shawn had a friend who invited us to stay on his property up in Snowflake. One morning I was walking Beanie and we came across one of the other invited guests. Immediately Beanie started growling, full on gnashing and baring her teeth. We have had the dog for quite awhile by this time and I’ve never seen her react this way towards anyone. Despite the fact Beanie was clearly not happy and was pulling on the leash, this woman kept walking towards us and asked me what was wrong with my dog. At the reaction Beanie had towards this woman, I didn’t want anything to do with her. I told her I’ve never seen my dog act like this before. It was obvious it was taking everything I had to keep a tight hold on the leash and yet this woman kept walking towards us, telling me how all dogs love her. Apparently there was one dog who did not. Finally when she realized Beanie was not going to let up, the woman gave us a wide berth still telling me all dogs love her and there must be something wrong with my dog.

Stray dog
Good natured and friendly
Bares her teeth

NaPoWriMo PromptAnd now here’s our daily (optional) prompt. This is a fun one – it’s a prompt developed by the comic artist Lynda Barry, and it asks you to think about dogs you have known, seen, or heard about, and then use them as a springboard into wherever they take you.

Good afternoon and welcome to day seventeen of napowrimo. Since it is national haiku day and today’s prompt was to write a story, I turned it into a haibun. I’m not much of a story teller but I will never forget how Beanie reacted towards that woman. She never reacted that way towards anyone before nor after this incident. She was a really good dog and her growling so viciously made me scared of that woman. Dogs know things. I hope you enjoyed my story and have a Happy Easter!

#NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Sixteen

The Sting of Time

April is the cruelest month
The spring heralds another
birthday – one and twenty years!
She’s old enough to drink yet
the twentieth century
was not seen by her own eyes.

Last month of spring semester
Then it’s graduation time
She puts on her cap and gown
and smiles for family photos
cruel, cruel month!

Gretchen and Mom

Napowrimo promptAnd now for our prompt (optional, as always). Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a curtal sonnet. This is a variation on the classic 14-line sonnet. The curtal sonnet form was developed by Gerard Manley Hopkins, and he used it for what is probably his most famous poem, “Pied Beauty.” A curtal sonnet has eleven lines, instead of the usual fourteen, and the last line is shorter than the ten that precede it. Here are two other examples of Hopkins’ curtal sonnets: “Ash Boughs,” and “Peace.”

Good afternoon and welcome to day sixteen of napowrimo where I borrow a line to begin my curtal sonnet. And this time around I did not try to figure in rhyme, but speaking about tuning out math. Math and poetry are always haunting me. And last year’s birthday poem, I spoke about how Gretchen felt old at twenty. Well this birthday had me feeling old and it started right on April first as Gretchen and I were watching Love in the Time of Cholera for her magical realism class. They welcomed in 1900 and I got excited and said, yay! the twentieth century. Thinking we’ve finally entered a century we’ve seen. Then I looked over at Gretchen and quickly realized even though she was turning 21 in a few days, she hadn’t lived in the twentieth century. I added, Another century you have not seen; and I really felt old the twentieth century was over 20 years ago!

As for graduation photos, Shawn took the bulk of them and I’m waiting for them to be edited. In the meantime here is a selfie taken by Gretchen with a snapchat filter.

#NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Fifteen

Trite Mathematical Poem

Math
Add
Numbers
One by one
Building a sequence
Can you see a poem emerge?
No one told me writing poetry could involve math
Fibonacci sequence reveals a natural beauty, but I grow weary counting
Have you lost interest in reading a poem that
Is merely counting syllables?
There is no rhyme scheme
Proving math
To be
Dull
Trite

NaPoWriMo PromptFinally, here’s our daily (optional) prompt. This one may seem counter-intuitive, but today I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about something you have absolutely no interest in. This isn’t quite the same, I think, as something you’re indifferent to. For example, I have absolutely no interest in investment strategy. Anytime anyone tries to tell me about it, I want to put my fingers in my ears and go “lalalalalala.” My brain tries to shut down! This is honestly kind of funny, and I think this prompt has value precisely because it invites you to investigate some of the “why” behind resolutely not giving two hoots about something.

Good Afternoon and welcome to day fifteen of Napowrimo where I use boring math to write a poem. I’m not exactly sure if it’s completely on prompt, but I did write a different poetry form even if it still involved counting syllables. Here is another Fibonacci poem I wrote six years ago. My brain does like to tune out the higher the syllable count climbs and the longer the poem becomes. I hope you enjoyed reading my poem about math and did not tune out too quickly.

#NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Fourteen

My First Triumph

Shot – Interior bedroom. A little girl sits up in bed with a sneaker in her lap, fiddling with the laces.

Right hand
Appears useless
Shoelace slips through fingers
Kindergarten starts tomorrow
Action

It’s late at night, but the little girl is frantic. She’s worried about failing her first day of school, because she can’t tie her shoes. After numerous attempts, she finally succeeds at tying the laces and can go to sleep untroubled.

NaPoWriMo PromptAnd now for our (optional) prompt. Today’s challenge is a fun one: write a poem that takes the form of the opening scene of the movie of your life. Does it open with a car chase? A musical number? A long scene panning across a verdant plain? You’re the director (and also the producer, the actors, the set designer, the cinematographer, and the lowly assistant that buys doughnuts for the crew) – so it’s all up to you!

Good afternoon and welcome to day fourteen of NaPoWriMo where I’m in charge of telling my life story, but where should I begin? Shawn wasn’t any help. Gretchen came up with a great opening scene – Your death, I’ll bet you’re wondering how I got here. One’s life does ultimately tell the story of her death. But I couldn’t get anywhere starting at the end because I have not reached it yet. I didn’t want to start at the beginning, because I have no real memory of it. Then I realized if anyone were to make a movie of my life, my struggle with cerebral palsy would be at the forefront. Why not open with the memory of my first triumph?

Of course I worked this out after I toyed with other firsts. 😉

A Roll in the Hay

First time
Two teenagers
Nervous and excited
Explore virgin territory
Hayloft

Okay not exactly the first time I’ve alluded to something my husband borrowed without any intent of returning it. And yes, I have to get off the cinquains.

#NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Thirteen

Don’t Back Down

Sparrow
Good times ahead
Shake off recent failures
Do not be afraid to fly high
Prosper

NaPoWriMo PromptAnd now for our (optional) prompt! Today, in honor of the potential luckiness of the number 13, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that, like the example poem here, joyfully states that “Everything is Going to Be Amazing.” Sometimes, good fortune can seem impossibly distant, but even if you can’t drum up the enthusiasm to write yourself a riotous pep-talk, perhaps you can muse on the possibility of good things coming down the track. As they say, “the sun will come up tomorrow,” and if nothing else, this world offers us the persistent possibility of surprise.

Good afternoon and welcome to day thirteen of NaPoWriMo where I find inspiration from WVH – Don’t Back Down and the house sparrow. Unfortunately my husband found a dead house sparrow in our backyard last week, and I was curious what it meant when you see a house sparrow –

What is the symbolism of a sparrow? Sparrow symbolism shows you how you can live a meaningful and peaceful life. It brings charisma in you and makes you believe that whether you have or not have the physical strength and material of this world, you can achieve whatever you wish for. 
Sparrow Symbolism

I’m not sure it keeps the same meaning if the bird you see is dead, but we’re suppose to find good fortune in what is consider an unlucky number today. In that ilk, I’m using the potential happiness of a sparrow to be successful in life.