#NaPoWriMo 2018 Day Twenty-one

Gaze at reflection
too enamored by beauty
vanity takes hold

NaPoWriMo Prompt And now for our (optional) prompt. In her interview, Brim provides us with several suggestions for generative writing exercises, and we’d like to challenge to today to tackle her third one, which is based in the myth of Narcissus. After reading the myth, try writing a poem that plays with the myth in some way. For example, you could imagine that imagine the water is speaking to you, the narcissus flower. Or you could write a poem in which the narcissus berates the Kardashians for stealing their neurosis. Or a poem that comments on the narcissism of our time, i.e. beauty and body obsession, etc.

Good morning! And welcome to day twenty-one of #NaPoWriMo where we are suppose to write about narcissism and I’m a little sleepy as I stayed up to finish watching Lost in Space last night. As I was mulling over where to take my poem I headed over to twitter to see what the #haikuchallenge word today is and it’s hold. Ahhh… shouldn’t be too difficult to turn a haiku with hold into a vanity senryu and there you have it. Yesterday the word was retort and I posted a clever retort to go with my #redfored poem until I realized my syllable count was off – oops.

Schools rank near bottom
Governor offers pay raise
Teachers retort – strike

There it is fixed because I had with strike for my original tweet. Here is an article on CNN about the Arizona teacher walk out. I got an email from the high school district informing us schools will begin early dismissals on Thursday. We will get a follow up email on the 25th with greater detail, but if too many teachers walk out, they may close campuses completely. And all this on Gretchen’s “April break” she didn’t really have because her AP History teacher wanted all the students taking the AP test in May to come in for a practice test. Shawn drove her to school because no school meant no bussing. And he asked, Are you and Rachael going to pick her up? Well I know Rachael is no school also meant she could leave campus at any time without a parent signature, but she may need a pick up when I’m working. Sure enough the practice test ended while I was working, but Rachael had no problem picking her up by herself.

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#NaPoWriMo 2018 Day Twenty

#RedforEd

Teachers
Walk out
Demand better future
Students deserve higher quality
Education

NaPoWriMo Prompt – Our prompt for the day (optional as always) takes its cue from Notley’s rebelliousness, and asks you to write a poem that involves rebellion in some way. The speaker or subject of the poem could defy a rule or stricture that’s been placed on them, or the poem could begin by obeying a rule and then proceed to break it (for example, a poem that starts out in iambic pentameter, and then breaks into sprawling, unmetered lines). Or if you tend to write funny poems, you could rebel against yourself, and write something serious (or vice versa). Whatever approach you take, your poem hopefully will open a path beyond the standard, hum-drum ruts that every poet sometimes falls into.
Happy writing!

Good morning and welcome to day twenty of #NaPoWriMo two-thirds complete today. And guess what, last night teachers in Arizona voted to walk out; they’re not allowed to strike, but it is pretty much the same thing. The walk out will start on Thursday the 26th, giving the governor a chance to respond. Ducey did promise teachers a 20% pay raise by the 2020 school year. When other people looked at his math they said it wasn’t feasible and even though the governor said he would increase teacher pay without moving or decreasing school support money (support staff, building, bussing, etc) teachers and other school officials have no idea if he’ll hold true to that statement. The teachers know they can’t do their job well without support staff, quality buildings, busses and educational materials. The last month of this school year maybe interesting.

#NaPoWriMo 2018 Day Nineteen

Most of the trees in our park have a base trunk and then fork off into two separate trunks, making a V pattern that is easy for a child to straddle. After Rachael pointed out the horse to me, I realized that was what she wanted to do. I stood there in total bewilderment as to how her little mind saw this tree as a horse.
Carousel  Veronica Hosking 2003

Imagination

Little mind saw
V pattern
trees in our park
then fork
the horse
bewilderment
tree as a horse

NaPoWriMo Prompt – Our (optional) prompt for the day takes it cue from Brady’s suggestion that erasure/word banks can allow for compelling repetitive effects. Today we challenge you to write a paragraph that briefly recounts a story, describes the scene outside your window, or even gives directions from your house to the grocery store. Now try erasing words from this paragraph to create a poem or, alternatively, use the words of your paragraph to build a new poem.

Good Morning! And Welcome to day nineteen of #NaPoWriMo. Where I figured why reinvent the wheel and copied a paragraph from my first published story. Not sure about what I chose to erase or my arrangement into a poem, but it was an experiment. After work today, Gretchen requested help with her Eng 102 assignment; I’m not sure how much time I’ll have for poetry. I figured I should attempt something now.

Write a paragraph
Create erasure poem
Involves striking words

See tree as a horse
Involves imagination
Child’s wonderful mind

#NaPoWriMo 2018 Day Eighteen

Can die as others do.

Who wants to live forever

Not the lark, not you,

No one can outrun time

No thing that ever flew,

Flew faster than light

Go down, one feather.

As doubt creeps in

Bird and wing together

Will this verse make any sense

Time cannot break the bird’s wing from the bird.

But time turns everything to dust

 

To a Young Poet
Edna St. Vincent Millay, 1892 – 1950
Time cannot break the bird’s wing from the bird.
Bird and wing together
Go down, one feather.

No thing that ever flew,
Not the lark, not you,
Can die as others do.

NaPoWriMo Prompt – Our prompt for the day (optional as always) isn’t exactly based in revision, but it’s not exactly not based in revision, either. It also sounds a bit more complicated than it is, so bear with me! First, find a poem in a book or magazine (ideally one you are not familiar with). Use a piece of paper to cover over everything but the last line. Now write a line of your own that completes the thought of that single line you can see, or otherwise responds to it. Now move your piece of paper up to uncover the second-to-last line of your source poem, and write the second line of your new poem to complete/respond to this second-to-last line. Keep going, uncovering and writing, until you get to the first line of your source poem, which you will complete/respond to as the last line of your new poem. It might not be a finished draft, but hopefully it at least contains the seeds of one.

Good Afternoon and welcome to day eighteen of #NaPoWriMo.  So I was intrigued by the title of this poem by Ms. Millay. I don’t know if I’d be considered a young poet by either age or the number of years I’ve actually called myself a poet. Then as I covered the lines and worked from bottom to top, the poem took on an entirely different meaning. My lines are in italic and yes I borrowed my first line, but Queen popped in my head reading the first line.

#NaPoWriMo 2018 Day Seventeen

My Mom

Mom in 1967 when my dad was in Vietnam. Six years before I was born.

Speed Demon

Drag race
first senior class
inaugurates ditch day
accept challenge up Butler hill
Winner

NaPoWriMo Prompt – Our prompt for the day (optional as always) follows Gowrishankar’s suggestion that we write a poem re-telling a family anecdote that has stuck with you over time. It could be the story of the time your Uncle Louis caught a home run ball, the time your Cousin May accidentally brought home a coyote and gave it a bath, thinking it was a stray dog, or something darker (or even sillier).

Once upon a time, spring 1960, my mother was a senior in high school and part of the first graduating class of her high school. On the first senior skip day, the story goes the kids with cars loaded up with students and left school. My mom was driving her boyfriend’s car, and one of her classmates raced the boyfriend but could not win. That afternoon he was next to her at the red light and indicated he wanted to race. My mom figured, What the hell. She’s never raced in a car which made her classmate figure he had the advantage and would be able to beat the car for once. But my mom was pretty smart and shifted every time her classmate did and she won the race. True story? I have no idea, but I always loved hearing it. Oh and the wonders of the Internet – look what I found.

#NaPoWriMo 2018 Day Sixteen

Guess My Occupation

Bartender
Horse Listener
Software Engineer
Tarot Card Reader
Firefighter
Pastor
Porn Producer
ER Nurse
Bounty Hunter

Early Monday morning I spy this list sitting on my kitchen table. I did not even have any coffee in me. I read the list out loud and ask, thinking of some unusual occupations? Rachael laughs, It isn’t even my handwriting. Porn Producer?! Yeah it sounds boring. What? Gretchen and I watched a video where you had to guess what each person did. They told the pastor to cover his ears when they talked to the porn producer. Here I was thinking Gretchen was stretching her possibilities after taking the ACT this weekend, but no they were playing a silly game.

Occupation list
made mom flinch when she read it
children play strange game

NaPoWriMo Prompt – In this vein, our (optional, as always) prompt for the day asks you to write a poem that prominently features the idea of play. It could be a poem about a sport or game, a poem about people who play (or are playing a game), or even a poem in the form of the rules for a sport or game that you’ve just made up (sort of like Calvinball).

Good Morning! And Welcome to day sixteen of #NaPoWriMo. Ugh! It’s Monday and already I’ve gotten a text from Gretchen complaining The Great Gatsby was not in her book bag. And now I get one from Rachael who wants me to email a document off her computer! Mom still doesn’t have enough coffee to function properly; not to mention seeing such an eclectic list of jobs before coffee really threw me off. But at least it made good poetry fodder. Well I need to get things done before I log into work. My top priority being coffee. I need to shower sometime this morning, too, since Gretchen and I are off to the orthodontist after my work. Ugh! Monday! On a positive note Gretchen was happy with the ACT over the weekend. She was glad she got English for her extra portion instead of math. It will be nice if she’s happy with her score and won’t have to take it again. (Happy is a score high enough to earn the top academic scholarship at ASU). The girl doesn’t want to leave home. I really have to get better at telling them to stay out when they leave every morning. 😉

#NaPoWriMo 2018 Day Fifteen

Lonely queen seeks friends
asks mirror about beauty
grotesque witch appears

NaPoWriMo Prompt – And now for our prompt (optional, as always). In her interview, Blake suggests writing a poem in which a villain faces an unfortunate situation, and is revealed to be human (but still evil). Perhaps this could mean the witch from Hansel & Gretel has lost her beloved cat, and is going about the neighborhood sticking up heart-wrenching “Lost Cat” signs, but still finds human children delicious. Maybe Blackbeard the Pirate is lost at sea in an open boat, remembering how much he loved his grandmother (although he will still kill the first person dumb enough to scoop him from the waves).

Good Afternoon! And welcome to the halfway point of #NaPoWriMo. I checked the prompt this morning but didn’t get an a-ha feeling. I got up and made coffee to start the housework. Then after lunch, I checked Twitter and saw the #haikuchallenge word is grotesque. I guess you can see this is akin to a personal ad or what can go wrong if you seek advice in the wrong place.

#NaPoWriMo 2018 Day Fourteen

Teapot

Teapot
whistles loudly
teacup slips from fingers
happiness turns to confusion
Prosy

NaPoWriMo Prompt – And now for our prompt (optional, as always). Dream dictionaries have been around as long as people have had dreams. Interestingly, if you consult a few of them, they nearly always tend to have totally different things to say about specific objects or symbols. Dreams, unlike words themselves, don’t seem to be nicely definable! At any rate, today’s prompt is to write entries for an imaginary dream dictionary. Pick one (or more) of the following words, and write about what it means to dream of these things

Good Afternoon and welcome to day fourteen of #NaPoWriMo which I hope is not too mundane or prosy for you. This was kinda fun as I’ve never actually looked anything up in a dream dictionary before. It said if you dream of a tea kettle (or teapot) your life is too mundane or you’re taking someone for granted. And of course I went over to the thesaurus to look up mundane. It would have worked for line 5, but I like prosy. Would anyone accuse me of being prosy during #NaPoWriMo; I think that would be a nightmare. So no, dear readers, I’m not taking you for granted.

 

Sweet dream
mother makes tea
brings little girl comfort
memory fades away too fast
Suspire

 

#NaPoWriMo 2018 Day Thirteen

String attached too short
Brim over with confidence
Giant explosion

NaPoWriMo Prompt  And now for our prompt (optional, as always!), drawn from a suggestion provided in Lorber’s interview. Today, we challenge you to write a poem in which the words or meaning of a familiar phrase get up-ended. For example, if you chose the phrase “A stitch in time saves nine,” you might reverse that into something like: “a broken thread; I’m late, so many lost.” Or “It’s raining cats and dogs” might prompt the phrase “Snakes and lizards evaporate into the sky.” Those are both rather haunting, strange images, and exploring them could provide you with an equally haunting, strange poem (or a funny one!)

Good evening and welcome to day thirteen of #NaPoWriMo. Friday the 13th! I know what you’re thinking, she is playing with the phrase, No strings attached. Well not exactly. Gretchen read Hamlet in AP English earlier this year and I had to explain the term, hoisted by his own petard. My poem didn’t really go anywhere this morning before work; then I was busy remote reading and after that I had to take a computer break. The #haikuchallenge word today is giant; I decided to catch two birds with one stone. And now I can’t seem to stop coming up with idioms.

#NaPoWriMo 2018 Day Twelve

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Palo Verde in Backyard

Backyard Oasis

Temperatures soar in Phoenix and like the bird, I rise out of the heat. In my backyard, the palo verde blooms. I sit outside soaking in the beautiful spring day. Where I was raised is seeing snow in April – too cold for me. My desert home may not be lush in green, but the springs are bright. When I head outdoors, I am able to stay cozy in shade.

Welcome warm sunshine
Green tree boasts yellow flowers
Snow long forgotten

NaPoWriMo Prompt – Today’s (optional) prompt picks up from our craft resource. We’ve challenged you to tackle the haibun in past years, but it’s such a fun one, we couldn’t resist again. Today, we’d like to challenge you specifically to write a haibun that takes in the natural landscape of the place you live. It may be the high sierra, dusty plains, lush rainforest, or a suburbia of tiny, identical houses – but wherever you live, here’s your chance to bring it to life through the charming mix-and-match methodology of haibun.

Good Morning and welcome to day twelve of #NaPoWriMo remember it is DEAR day in honor of Beverly Cleary. Drop Everything And Read. My readers may remember at the end of January, I was complaining about being chilly despite our Sunny Desert Winter. It doesn’t take a huge temperature drop to make me cold as I’ve acclimated to the desert heat. Well this past Tuesday, Phoenix recorded its first official 100 for the year. Yay! I still think it’s better than the snow they’ve gotten in Buffalo this month. Well I hope I was able to bring the desert to life in my offering today. I am off to get some housework done before I have to log into work. Then hopefully I’ll be able to dear.