Morning Ritual

Coffee Mug

Water brews
Down into carafe
Every morning I drink

NaPoWriMo Prompt Day 30! Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about something that happens again and again (kind of like NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo). It could be the setting of the sun, or your Aunt Georgia telling the same story at Thanksgiving every single year. It could be the swallows returning to Capistrano or how, without fail, you will lock your keys in the car whenever you go to the beach.

Good morning everyone and welcome back to the last day of napowrimo. After today we will return you to your normal programming. Wow! This is year seven for me. And I was only late on one prompt, not too bad. In case you are curious about my first national poetry month writing, it was through read, write poem and the anthology featuring a poem from all the poets who completed thirty poems in thirty days is over on issue. My poem is on page 43.

Now I shall bid farewell, I must go drink some life and get my Sunday moving.


NaPoWriMo Halfway Point

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

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

NaPoWriMo Day 14

Conversation Before Caffeine

What are you doing?
I don’t know.
I’m glad you don’t know.
You are
Where is the coffee?
If you don’t know 
how would I?

Beware! Sleep deprived
Mom without coffee.
Listen to her carry on
step by step instruction
to herself
Early and often…
conversing before caffeine.

My children know I'm crazy

My children know I’m crazy

NaPoWriMo Prompt – And now for our optional prompt! Today, I challenge you to write a poem that takes the form of a dialogue. Your conversant could be real people, or be personifications, as in Andrew Marvell’s A Dialogue Between the Soul and the Body, or Yeats’ A Dialogue of Self and Soul. Like Marvell, and Yeats, you could alternate stanzas between your two speakers, or perhaps you could give them alternating lines. Your speakers could be personifications, like those in Marvell and Yeats’ poems, or they could be two real people. Hopefully, this prompt will give you a chance to represent different points of view in the same poem, or possibly to create a dramatic sense of movement and tension within the poem.

We are almost half way done with April. One may think I’ve just begun to converse with myself. Not to worry this is a common occurrence often. When the girls have friends over, they are amused to hear me carry on in the kitchen cooking dinner. Yes, these conversations occur even after caffeine. My Little One got the stickers in the picture at a school book fair. She was particularly proud of the top one.

Of course to add to the insanity of April, I signed up for the How Writers Write Poetry 2015 MOOC which started yesterday. One of the assignments was to write a quatrain. I used my riddle poem since it had four lines. They also reused Robert Hass’s talk from the first course over the summer on sketching poetry. He talked about question/answer. I used this with the #haikuchallenge word on twitter (glance) to come up with a haiku.

Acrostic riddle
Will answer pop with a glance
Left letters bolded

The problem with this second MOOC though is they are using a different website. For me and many of the other students, trying to navigate the forum to post assignments is complicated. And personally I have my mother-in-law here. She is moving here but having complications of her own with closing on a house. In the meantime it puts her in my house, and I have to be sociable can’t keep myself locked away writing and reading poetry all day.

Minute – WEMon Haikuchallenge

Eight millimeter
camera films three minutes
war torn Vietnam

First Draft Book Bar mug
No minute gift, fuels writer’s

Coffee Mug

The WEMon challenge is to write about something utterly insignificant.  The #haikuchallenge word on twitter today is minute. For my first response I used the denotation of time.  The Little One will be reading Inside Out & Back Again by Thanhha Lai, and she did not know we had footage of when her grandfather was in Vietnam.  I dug up the VHS tape yesterday and digitalized it.  Then I used the adjective definition of minute for the second haiku.  Of course with no in front, it shows I do not view my coffee mug as utterly insignificant. 😉

Monday Morning Silence

My house overflows with high tech devices, we have officially entered the 21st century.
A few years ago my husband had said, Why keep up with the Jones?
Now my house is a minefield littered with iPods, iPads, and iPhones aplenty.
Oh how I miss the days when it was quiet and still
And I was not tethered to electronics, tracking my every move
The quiet of old pierced with pings in every trill.
Why keep up with the Jones, he had said.
I saw no reason to argue his point
Now there is no rest in bed.
Could someone please tell me why
The world feels they must
be on a tie?
Leave me alone
Turn off
It’s past 9AM on a Monday and all is silent in my house. Everyone except me is still in bed. Yes, I was awakened by the phone. But it happened to be the landline. Now I’m enjoying my peace and quiet with a cup of coffee.