#NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Twelve

Replace tiny lens
Milky white film covers eye
Hazy vision clears

NaPoWriMo PromptToday’s prompt (optional, as always) should come as no surprise. Yesterday, I challenged you to write a poem about a very large thing. Today, I’d like you to invert your inspiration, and write a poem about a very small thing. Whether it’s an atom, a button, a hummingbird’s egg, dollhouse furniture, or the mythical world’s smallest violin, I hope you enjoy your poetic adventures into the microscopic.

Good morning and welcome to day twelve of NaPoWriMo where small and large is a matter of perspective. I thought about writing about my cataracts yesterday as the surgeon said, There’s no baby here. My right eye was completely covered by cataracts – it was very large. My left eye is also developing cataracts, but it seems to be progressing at a regular speed. They told me it is just at the minimal growth that surgery is an option. We opted to just have my right eye done due to cost and the fact the cataract in my left eye is not impeding my vision yet. Supposedly cataracts is a slow progression, but this was not the case in my right eye. Either that or as is the case with my CP and I ignore my right side most of the time, it includes my right eye and I just didn’t notice the decrease in eyesight until it was totally gone. My left side is used to compensating for the lack of ability of the right; I wouldn’t be surprised if that included my eyes.

April 12th also means it’s DEAR day in honor of Beverly Cleary’s birthday. And after spending a good portion of last year not being able to read, I’m off to read a book. I hope you enjoyed reading my small contribution to the day twelve prompt.

Dimming
Eyesight
Addles
Reading

#NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Eleven

Grand Canyon

Grand Canyon

Canyon
Giant hole
Cut through bedrock
River wears steady path
Breathtaking

NaPoWriMo PromptAnd now for our (optional) prompt. Following up on yesterday’s love poem, I have for you another deceptively simple challenge. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about a very large thing. It could be a mountain or a blue whale or a skyscraper or a planet or the various contenders for the honor of being the Biggest Ball of Twine. Whatever giant thing you choose, I hope this chance to versify in praise of the huge gets your poetic engines humming.

Good afternoon and welcome to day eleven of NaPoWriMo where I write a small poem about a grand object. I’m a little slow today. My right ankle is very sore it started last night and hasn’t seemed to improve with a good night sleep. So this morning my ankle has been occupying a lot of my concentration but I realized the eleventh would be a good day to write an elevenie. Even though it is a small poem (or because it is) word choice makes all the difference. I think I came up with something decent. Thank you for reading my little poem about a very large thing.

#NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Ten

Soft Caress

Beauty
Fingers linger
She offers a warm smile
He breathes in her effervescence
Allure
Shawn and I recreate “The Kiss”

Napowrimo Prompt Today’s (optional) prompt is pretty simple – a love poem! If you’re having trouble getting into the right mood for a love poem, maybe you’ll find inspiration in one of my favorites, June Jordan’s “Poem for Haruko.”

Good morning and welcome to day ten. Love poem – there are quite a few on this blog. Being out on the west coast, Maureen posts the next day prompts at 9pm for me. When I checked out the prompt last night, I told Shawn; I’m not sure I’m feeling the love today. He went out to pick up some food and I get a text; Is my wallet on my nightstand? Nope, I don’t see a wallet on the nightstand. I look over on the dresser, still no wallet. I turn back to the bed and there’s the wallet on his quilt. He drives back and I meet him in the driveway with his wallet. Then he sends a group text, Dad dash will be late as mom tried to steal my wallet. SMH

For napowrimo I usually start my poems handwritten in my poetry journal, and as I was flipping through the pages this morning, I came across this poem – Pink Rose. And I still love that fourth line and appropriated it for today’s poem. I also used yesterday’s #haikuchallenge for inspiration.

Intense disquiet
Find solace wrapped in his arms
Harbor in a storm

Thank you for reading my day ten contribution even if there it was not inspired by a loving feeling.

#NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Nine

Immersive Klimt

Watch paintings come to life on the walls
Experience new perspective
As you sit in a dark room
The art exhibit flows
Constantly changing
Immerse yourself
Recreate
The Kiss
Klimt

Immersive Klimt April 3, 2022

NaPoWriMo PromptAnd now for our (optional) daily prompt! Because it’s a Saturday, I thought I’d try a prompt that asks you to write in a specific form – the nonet! A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second has eight, and so on until you get to the last line, which has just one syllable.

Good morning and welcome to day nine for nonet. I enjoy counting syllables it is necessary for haiku and cinquain – two short forms I write frequently. I’ve written nonets in the old gather days; but when I searched the form on blog, I did not find any here. Speaking of counting syllables, I posted an oddquain for the early bird prompt last year of Shawn and I recreating The Kiss. I know Klimt is one of Shawn’s favorite artists so experiencing the art exhibit while the in-laws were here seemed to be a given.

#NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Eight

Cats Reign Supreme

Cat, enough of your greedy whining
and your small pink bumhole.
Off my face! You’re the life principle,
more or less, so get going
                                           February  by - Margaret Atwood

Nothing to do all day
except sit in the windowsill.
My human delegates chores
and the dog wags her tail
but I don’t think she understands
my human wants a helping hand 
and mutters something about
opposable thumbs.
Doesn’t she see I’m hard at work?
Cat, enough of your greedy whining

Birds and lizards come up
to the window.
If I were not here, surely
they’d have free access
to the house.
The dog trots off in search
of my human, she loathes 
being alone without attention
Time to place my backside up
and your small pink bumhole.

I’m not sure the creatures
outside are sufficiently impressed
as I stretch; my backend in full view.
Unlike the dog, I’ve learned
it’s best to show little interest.
My human is quick to snap
when the dog gets underfoot.
I jump off the windowsill and
go offer my human a distraction.
Off my face! You’re the life principle

Finally, my human sees my worth.
It only took me sitting on her face.
I wonder what reward I will receive
but she stands up and calls the dog.
They both go into the backyard 
I’m left looking out the back window.
Perhaps if I start meowing
she’ll come back inside to acknowledge
the inherent worth of cats over dogs
more or less, so get going... human!




NaPoWriMo Prompt And last but not least, here is our daily prompt (optional, as always). Today’s prompt comes to us from this list of “all-time favorite writing prompts.” It asks you to name your alter-ego, and then describe him/her in detail. Then write in your alter-ego’s voice. Maybe your alter-ego is a streetwise detective, or a superhero, or a very small goldfinch. Whoever or whatever your alternate self may be, I hope this prompt lets you stretch both your writing skills and your self-knowledge.

Good afternoon and welcome to day eight of NaPoWriMo where I’m not exactly sure I stuck to the prompt, but as someone left alone in a house with animals all day; if I were to have an alter-ego I would like to be one of the pets so I could sit around and do nothing all day. And no, your eyes do not deceive you this is loosely a glosa (the rhyme scheme is missing) and I’m not sure the lines from February are incorporated well. I have definitely spent more than enough time on this poem, today and those chores I try to delegate aren’t getting done. Thank you for reading my day eight contribution.

#NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Seven

Begin Again

All good things
Come to an
End…

Twenty years
Pass before
Denouement
Really begins

NaPoWriMo PromptAnd now for our (optional) prompt! Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that argues against, or somehow questions, a proverb or saying. They say that “all cats are black at midnight,” but really? Surely some of them remain striped. And maybe there is an ill wind that blows some good. Perhaps that wind just has some mild dyspepsia.  Whatever phrase you pick, I hope you have fun complicating its simplicity. Happy writing!

Good afternoon and welcome to day seven of NaPoWriMo where I let my fangirl out. Yes, season three of Picard was announced on First Contact Day, April 5th. And most years I have written poems about Star Trek on that date. This year I’m a couple days late, but I know Trekkies are aware the finale of TNG was titled All Good Things… so it seemed like the logical 😉 proverb to use. Also I don’t understand why youtube gives you an embed code if they have it blocked. But if you haven’t seen the trailer for season three of Picard, you can watch it on youtube. Im hoping it won’t be a true denouement where Picard dies at the end. They almost did it at the end of season one (they really did kill Picard but then put his consciousness in a synthetic body). I’m aware it’s been more than twenty years since the conclusion of the TV series; but I counted from the release date of Nemesis in 2002. Thank you for reading my day seven contribution and for allowing my enthusiasm to bubble up. Since it is Thursday, I’m off to watch the latest episode of Picard season two.

#NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Six

Hold Your Horses

Hold memories close
Your mom will be gone one day
Horses hard to rein in

Mom

Mom would exclaim when
Ornery child chafed at bit
Must hold your horses

(September 2014)

NaPoWriMo PromptToday, I’d like to challenge you to write a variation of an acrostic poem. But rather than spelling out a word with the first letters of each line, I’d like you to write a poem that reproduces a phrase with the first words of each line. Perhaps you could write a poem in which the first words of each line, read together, reproduce a treasured line of poetry? You could even try using a newspaper headline or something from a magazine article. Whatever you choose, I hope you enjoy this prompt.

Good morning and welcome to day six of NaPoWriMo and the first phrase to pop into my head was – hold your horses. My mom would tell us that often. I knew I wrote a senryu with it not long after my mom passed away. I did not recall it was also an acrostic that was a little eerie.

#NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Five

Lonely gorgon seeks
Companion with loving gaze
Petrified to date

Lonely gorgon wants
Companion set in stone for
Quiet enjoyment

Lonely gorgon seeks
Someone not petrified of
Long-term commitment

NaPoWriMo PromptAnd now for our prompt (optional, as always). Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about a mythical person or creature doing something unusual – or at least something that seems unusual in relation to that person/creature. For example, what does Hercules do when he loses a sock in the dryer? If a mermaid wants to pick up rock-climbing as a hobby, how does she do that? What happens when a mountain troll makes pancakes?

Good Afternoon and welcome to day five of NaPoWriMo where everyone here is back on their normal schedules. I was having difficulty finding direction for the prompt. My sister wrote a silly “haiku” about a vampire wanting to learn to surf. I couldn’t settle on a mythical creature and then I thought of the (I think) Amazon ads were Medusa is lonely and wants to hang out with her girlfriends. So I decided to write a few personal ads for a gorgon seeking companionship. And I thought Kati’s haiku was cute so why not personal ad haiku? Thank you for reading my day five contribution.

#NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Four

Poetry Prompts for April

  1. Enjoy a cup of coffee
  2. Allow thoughts to percolate
  3. Grab a pen and paper
  4. Jot down words or phrases
  5. Be mindful of patterns
  6. And open to new forms
  7. Step back and see what sticks
  8. Experiment with…
    alliteration
    onomatopoeia
  9. Short and sweet could pack a punch
  10. Or words could pop off the page
  11. Do not abandon the tried and true

NaPoWriMo Prompt – Finally, here’s our optional prompt! Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem . . . in the form of a poetry prompt. If that sounds silly, well, maybe it is! But it’s not without precedent. The poet Mathias Svalina has been writing surrealist prompt-poems for quite a while, posting them to Instagram. You can find examples here, and here, and here.

Good Morning and welcome to day four of NaPoWriMo aka Gretchen’s birthday. I did not get back to try my hand at a new glosa. We were out all day experiencing the Klimt Immersive and then we got something to eat by the ASU campus because Gretchen wanted graduation photos while we have family in town. Something we neglected for her high school graduation. I was unaware what a production graduation photos are and an actual month before graduation. There was a line of graduates waiting for photo opportunities on the steps of old main. And the number of champagne bottles that were photographed and popped! Not to mentioned sprayed – Gretchen said it was a sticky mess. We didn’t get home until late and then Gretchen wanted to catch up on Picard episodes. How could I say no to that? Plus I know my readers are aware I prefer short poetic forms so I may get back to the glosa before the end of the month, I may not. My first effort did take a lot to complete.

#NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Three – Flashback

Excuses

I started on my homework
but my pen ran out of ink.
My hamster ate my homework.
My computer’s on the blink. (Kenn Nesbitt)

Every April poets sit down to write
Thirty poems in thirty days
Some days the words flow free
Like leaves caught in an autumn breeze
Other days are quite frustrating
And can drive a poet berserk
Counting syllables, minding rhymes
The glossa form has how many lines
Maybe I’ll find a way to shirk
I started on my homework

Staring out my bedroom window
The beautiful spring day is calling
Put away your pen and paper
Take a walk enjoy the sunshine
This glossa form is going nowhere
And if you step back go out to think
The next twenty lines could appear
As magic. Yes, the words will cheer
When on the page they interlink
But my pen ran out of ink

Two more stanzas are required
My writing skills are being tested
Maybe I can find another excuse
The dog and cat vie for attention
Wondering why I’m not playing
They probably think I’m a jerk
The next few lines take too long
This glossa is proving too strong
Perhaps I should say with a smirk
My hamster ate my homework

Every April poets sit down to write
Thirty poems in thirty days
It’s only day eleven
I’m running out of steam
The glossa form a worthy foe
But in its armor I see a chink
Four more lines are within my grasp
Here I am near the end at last
Please tell me this poem doesn’t stink
My computer’s on the blink

NaPoWriMo PromptAnd now for our (optional) prompt. This one is a bit complex, so I saved it for a Sunday. It’s a Spanish form called a “glosa” – literally a poem that glosses, or explains, or in some way responds to another poem. The idea is to take a quatrain from a poem that you like, and then write a four-stanza poem that explains or responds to each line of the quatrain, with each of the quatrain’s four lines in turn forming the last line of each stanza. Traditionally, each stanza has ten lines, but don’t feel obligated to hold yourself to that! Here’s a nice summary of the glosa form to help you get started.

Good morning and welcome to day three of NaPoWriMo where I use an old poem as a place marker for today’s prompt. I wrote this glosa on April 11, 2013 back on gather.com. I think it almost killed me. Today we are off to see the Klimt Immersive, so I do not have time to work on long form. Please accept my Excuse and I may work on a new poem later today, but it will probably be April 4th for everyone else if I manage to post a new piece. Thank you for reading my first and thus far only attempt at a glosa (which as you can see we spelled the form with a double s).