#NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Twenty Five

Masked and Ready to Go

Second Shot

My shot
Stop virus spread
Auspicious occasion
Help create herd immunity
Vaccine

NaPoWriMo Prompt Our prompt for today (optional, as always) is to write an “occasional” poem. What’s that? Well, it’s a poem suited to, or written for, a particular occasion. This past January, lots of people who usually don’t encounter poetry got a dose when Amanda Gorman read a poem at President Biden’s inauguration. And then she followed it up with a poem at the Superbowl (not traditionally an event associated with verse!) The poem you write can be for an occasion in the past or the future, one important to you and your family (a wedding, a birth) or for an occasion in the public eye (the Olympics, perhaps?).

Good morning and welcome to day twenty five of #NaPoWriMo. Today’s special occasion – this afternoon I’m off to get my 2nd shot of the Moderna vaccine. It’s an auspicious occasion worthy of a poem.

Other occasion poems – 8th grade graduation

Twentieth Wedding Anniversary

My Dad’s 70th Birthday

And last week marked thirty years since Shawn and I started dating and in less than six months we’ll be celebrating our 25th wedding anniversary another occasion I’m sure I’ll commemorate in a poem. But for now I’ll be headed off to my local grocery store pharmacy for shot number 2 and if you don’t see a poem from me tomorrow you’ll know I’m probably not feeling well.

#NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Twenty Three

Pink Rose by Shawn Hosking

Pink Rose

Sweet dreams
She sleeps soundly
Wrapped secure in his arms
He breathes in her effervescence
Love drunk

NaPoWriMo Prompt = Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that responds, in some way, to another. This could be as simple as using a line or image from another poem as a jumping-off point, or it could be a more formal poetic response to the argument or ideas raised in another poem. You might use a favorite (or least favorite poem) as the source for your response. And if you’re having trouble finding a poem to respond to, here are a few that might help you generate ideas: “This World is Not Conclusion,” by Peter Gizzi, “In That Other Fantasy Where We Live Forever,” by Wanda Coleman, “La Chalupa, the Boat,” by Jean Valentine, or “Aubade: Some Peaches, After Storm,” by Carl Phillips.

Good morning and welcome to day twenty three of #NaPoWriMo. Okay I wasn’t exactly getting into this prompt. I’ve replied to other poems before and didn’t really know who I wanted to read and respond to today. When I checked Facebook, I was reminded it’s Shakespeare day. But he’s a little over done. Then I checked my blog stats and saw someone read a post from #NaPoWriMo 2018; I started going through those posts and right near the start of the month Day Two I see I wrote a poem using Romeo & Juliet and responded to a poem Shawn wrote. So it hasn’t been six years since Shawn wrote me a poem; I’ve cut it down to three. The title of today’s poem comes from the photo and one of those silly games – Every Woman is a Flower. Apparently I’m a pink rose.

Love’s in the Air  2018

In the soft light of the night
It’s exciting to see you breathe
In effervescent waves
The rise…
The shudder…
The fall…
Of lungs full of love
Drunk with pollen’s pleasure

© Shawn Hosking 2018

#NaPoWriMo Day One

Strange animation
Distracts me from daily chores
House in disarray

NaPoWriMo Prompt Day Oneour daily prompt (optional, as always)! Sometimes, writing poetry is a matter of getting outside of your own head, and learning to see the world in a new way. To an extent, you have to “derange” yourself – make the world strange, and see it as a stranger might. To help you do that, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem inspired by this animated version of “Seductive Fantasy” by Sun Ra and his Arkestra. If you don’t feel after watching it a little bit like the top of your head’s been taken off, and your thoughts given a good stir – well, maybe you are already living in a state of heightened poetic awareness!

Good morning and welcome to the first day of #NaPoWriMo 2021. Okay I actually started the laundry before working on the poem so it wasn’t a big distraction. Gretchen was working on poem #2 for her poetry class last night and it came with some weird instructions. The piece had to be grammatically correct and be senseless. This was proving to be difficult for her – not the grammatically correct part since Mom was an English major both my children have grown up speaking and writing proper grammar but the senseless part… Yeah her professor remarked her first poem read like a TED talk. And then this morning Maureen shares this video. As you can see, Mom doesn’t do well with senseless either.

The #haikuchallenge word today is busy and I used this as inspiration for that one as well.

Derange thought patterns
Busy writing poetry
Whimsical opus

Silly
April Fool’s Day
Seductive Fantasy
Rationale takes flight of fancy
Senseless

#NaPoWriMo Idioms

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Me sporting my quarantine haircut 

Les carottes sont cuites!

Coiffure
homespun trimming
Razor sheers off ragged mop
Laugh at how the carrots are cooked
Haircut

NaPoWriMo Prompt – Our (optional) prompt for the day asks you to engage with different languages and cultures through the lens of proverbs and idiomatic phrases. Many different cultures have proverbs or phrases that have largely the same meaning, but are expressed in different ways. For example, in English we say “his bark is worse than his bite,” but the same idea in Spanish would be stated as “the lion isn’t as fierce as his painting.” Today, I’d like to challenge you to find an idiomatic phrase from a different language or culture, and use it as the jumping-off point for your poem. Here’s are a few lists to help get you started: One, two, three.

Good afternoon readers and welcome to day twenty-two of NaPoWriMo and me showing off my quarantine haircut. Yes, on Saturday I let Robin take a razor to my hair. The hairdresser uses a number 4 blade; how hard can it be mom? Well I should have kept him away from the bangs. I was told it was because my head was tilted, but the hairdresser is suppose to insure their client is looking straight ahead. I’m still not sure how they got this short; I did say bangs are hard and I like them just above the eyebrow. I really have no idea how they were cut as the scissors were never near my eyes.

Oh well both Robin and Gretchen were like, you’re just going to have an awkward phase mom. It’s a good thing I’m stuck at home and no one can see me. 😉 Except I just posted a picture of the do with a face mask my mother-in-law made. It’s actually not the first bad haircut I’ve had and on the plus side this one was free. I’m pretty sure it will grow out sufficiently to be fixed by an actual hairdresser once the stay at home order is lifted.

#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 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 Eight

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Jacob and Lindsey Wedding Alwun House – Shawn Hosking Photographer

Love Potion

Wedding
bride and groom step
forward to recite vows
reception happiness abounds
Allure

NaPoWriMo Prompt – And now for our prompt (optional, as always). Let’s take a leaf from Shelley’s book, and write poems in which mysterious and magical things occur. Your poem could take the form of a spell, for example, or simply describe an event that can’t be understood literally. Feel free to incorporate crystal balls, fauns, lightning storms, or whatever seems fierce and free and strange. Poetry is like that (at least when you’ve been reading Shelley!) If you’re in search of inspiration, maybe you’ll find it in this poem by Louis Untermeyer, or this one by Kathleen Graber.

Good afternoon and welcome back to #NaPoWriMo day eight. I slept in this morning so I got a lot start on today’s prompt. Any guesses where I was yesterday? Yes, Shawn and I attended a wedding and Shawn was one of the photographers. It worked out for me though, because another friend helped me with the buffet and kept me well supplied in beverages. I told Shawn he needed to pay him for taking care of me. It was nice not trying to balance a plate of food and walk back to the table. Of course I learned years ago, I don’t care how dressed up I am, my feet will be in sneakers. It just makes it easier to walk. One of the pictures Shawn took was everyone standing in front of Alwun House. I really tried to sneak to the back, but it didn’t work. Shawn showed me the photo, but I didn’t check to see if the sneakers were visible.

Well I have some housework to do since I’ll be starting work tomorrow and I won’t have all the time to procrastinate as usual. I can’t believe no one told me April 7 is no housework day. Actually made yesterday’s poem work out even better, but I was doing some housework before we left for the wedding.

#NaPoWriMo 2018 Day Four

 

Misery

Gray skies
Blue Wednesday
Class sings Happy Birthday
She’s not invisible today
Eeroye

Good Morning! Welcome back to #NaPoWriMo day four. Gretchen’s birthday is today and despite her gloomy nature her teachers are going to be happy for her. I heard her math teacher said Happy Birthday loud enough for the whole class to hear and they sang to her. Her life as she knows it is over.

NaPoWriMo Prompt – And now for our (optional) daily prompt. Our craft resource today focuses on the use of concrete nouns and specific details, using the idea of “putting a dog in it.” Today, we challenge you to write a poem that is about something abstract – perhaps an ideal like “beauty” or “justice,” but which discusses or describes that abstraction in the form of relentlessly concrete nouns. Adjectives are fine too! For example, you could have a poem about sadness that describes that emotion as “a rowboat tethered with fishing line to a willow that leans over a pond. Rainwater collects in the bottom, and mosquito eggs.” Concrete details like those can draw the reader in and let them imagine the real world where your abstract ideal or feeling happens. Happy writing!

Happy

Birthday
Cake and ice cream
Wish blowing out candles
Party with family and friends
Balloons

The real world is the first poem, but I had a hard time describing a birthday in misery until I thought about Eeyore.

#NaPoWriMo 2018 Day Two

 

Sweet Rose

Sweet rose
Juliet pines
over stranger she met
unaware he hears her below
Love blooms

Sweet rose
shall I compare
her to its soft petals
I reach out unaware of thorns
Love fades

 

Good morning and welcome to day two of #NaPoWriMo. Shawn finally got the photos he took Saturday night uploaded. Though when I went to go pilfer a few for this post, I realized he had more video than pictures. Yesterday Shawn used the photo of the rose as inspiration for his poem and I complained there was no mention of his lovely wife – Shall I compare thee to a rose? He said, I was trying to work in a Romeo & Juliet angle; rose, second story window, in front of a theater, but alas there is no balcony. Since he failed on that front, I think he should have compared his wife to the rose – her cheeks are as rosy pink. 😉 Except he mentioned something about the thorns.

NaPoWriMo Prompt – And now for our prompt (optional, as always). Taking a cue from our craft resource, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that plays with voice. For example, you might try writing a stanza that recounts something in the first-person, followed by a stanza recounting the same incident in the second-person, followed by a stanza that treats the incident from a third-person point of view. Or you might try a poem in the form of a dialogue, which necessarily has two “I” speakers, addressing two “you”s. Another way to go is to take an existing poem of yours or someone else’s, and try rewriting it in a different voice. The point is just to play with who is speaking to who and how. Happy writing!

Love’s in the Air  2018

In the soft light of the night
It’s exciting to see you breathe
In effervescent waves
The rise…
The shudder…
The fall…
Of lungs full of love
Drunk with pollens pleasure

© Shawn Hosking 2018

Personal note – I edited Shawn’s poem. I think he meant breathe but he had breath. Not sure where I was going with my verse today. I played with 3rd pov and then 1st, but it isn’t exactly a rewrite of Shawn’s poem. It’s just what popped in my head this morning after we discussed Shawn’s poem yesterday.

NaPoWriMo Halfway Point

Father
old, crotchety
aging, graying, waxing
born seventy-six years ago
Grandpa

NaPoWriMo Prompt Day 15 – Because we’re halfway through NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that reflects on the nature of being in the middle of something. The poem could be about being on a journey and stopping for a break, or the gap between something half-done and all-done. Half a loaf is supposedly better than none, but what’s the difference between half of a very large loaf and all of a very small one? Let your mind wander into the middle distance, betwixt the beginning of things and the end. Hopefully, you will find some poetry there!

Welcome back to day 15 of NaPoWriMo. I veered off topic for today’s poem, because just past the midway point in April, April 19th, is my dad’s birthday and the birthday card had to go out in the mail today. But do not fear, I jotted this little poem before I had to go out this morning.

Morning rush, out the
door before finishing cof…
Here I sit