Sidewalk Dig

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Concrete Sidewalk

Dug
up
concrete
slab today
thought of ancient text
Where the Sidewalk Ends, we found proof
once upon a time, people walked with their feet firmly
planted on the ground instead of
hovering above
in midair
wearing
jet
shoes

NaPoWriMo Prompt Day 26 – Have you ever heard someone wonder what future archaeologists, whether human or from alien civilization, will make of us? Today, I’d like to challenge you to answer that question in poetic form, exploring a particular object or place from the point of view of some far-off, future scientist? The object or site of study could be anything from a “World’s Best Grandpa” coffee mug to a Pizza Hut, from a Pokemon poster to a cellphone.

Welcome back to day 26 of NaPoWriMo. Phew I am losing steam. Looked at the prompt this morning, then went back to bed after getting Gretchen out the door. Then when Shawn and Rachael left, I get a text, I need my powerpoint presentation emailed to me. So I had to get up and save the day. What would this house do without mom? Then Gretchen sends me a text, They’re taking my phone for AzMerit. Ahh…mom had peace and quiet to enjoy her coffee. Then I had work and then Gretchen came home. Finally after dinner, I decided to work on today’s prompt.

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Neologism – New Word

Farathoner

Run
Race
Fifty
years ago
First farathoner
Signed up for Boston Marathon
Nevertheless she persisted and keeps running strong

NaPoWriMo Prompt Day 18 – Today, I challenge you to write a poem that incorporates neologisms. What’s that? Well, it’s a made-up word! Your neologisms could be portmanteaus (basically, a word made from combining two existing words, like “motel” coming from “motor” and “hotel”) or they could be words invented entirely for their sound. Probably the most famous example of a poem incorporating neologisms is Lewis Carroll’s Jabberwocky, but neologisms don’t have to be funny or used in the service of humor. You can use them to try to get at something that you don’t have an exact word for, or to create a sense of sound and rhythm, or simply to make the poem feel strange and unworldly.

Marathoner – male who runs a race
Farathoner – female who runs a race

Welcome back to day 18 of NaPoWriMo. As many of you know, the Boston Marathon was held yesterday and the first woman, Kathrine Switzer, to officially register to run the marathon in 1967 ran it again 50 years later. And I thought, hmmm…. marathoner is pretty masculine so I decided to call her a farathoner.

NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 27

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Poets.0rg April Poster

 

Cultivating Poetry

We
Find
Ourselves
The final
Wednesday writing
Long lines. I start slowly building
Syllable count line by line using Fibonacci
Numbers. One repeats becoming two then three to five adds up to eight becomes thirteen.
The sequence can be carried on as far as one wishes to multiply poetic lines; however the lines do grow unwieldy as weeds.
After climbing up to thirty-four, it is time to trim syllable count line by line.
Twenty-one falls to thirteen, then eight is cut to five.
A gardener cultivates crops
As a poet tends
To meter
And rhyme
Verse
Grows

NaPoWriMo Prompt – Today’s prompt comes to us from Megan Pattie, who points us to the work of the Irish poet Ciaran Carson, who increasingly writes using very long lines. Carson has stated that his lines are (partly) based on the seventeen syllables of the haiku, and that he strives to achieve the clarity of the haiku in each line. So today, Megan and I collectively challenge you to write a poem with very long lines. You can aim for seventeen syllables, but that’s just a rough guide. If you’re having trouble buying into the concept of long lines, maybe this essay on Whitman’s infamously leggy verse will convince you of their merits. Happy writing!

Long lines, ewww. I’m not really a fan. My attempts at prose poetry always seem to fall short. Also I just prefer short poetry. But since we are suppose to write long lines, I thought I would work on a Fibonacci verse and build up to a 34 syllable line.

NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 21

 

The Night Watchman

Stuck
At
My post
Standing watch
Bored out of my mind
As the clock strikes midnight, I doze
Off. How did I get gate duty on the night of the
Big ball? My friends teased me about missing all the festivities even though they are
Working, too. At least they have coffee to stay awake. Suddenly I’m roused by commotion and a coach zooms past with a girl hot on its heels.
Then I hear the order, “Close the gates!” Oh shit, too late; maybe I can slink off pretend
I was not in charge of the gate house. The prince runs up.
“Where is she?” I start to stammer
As another guard
Triumphant
Holds her
Glass
Shoe

NaPoWriMo Prompt – today I challenge you to write a poem in the voice of minor character from a fairy tale or myth. Instead of writing from the point of view of Cinderella, write from the point of view of the mouse who got turned into a coachman. Instead of writing from the point of view of Orpheus or Eurydice, write from the point of view of one of the shades in Hades who watched Eurydice leave and then come back. Happy writing!

I decided to do a Fibonacci as 21 is a Fibonacci number. Other than that I don’t think this poem needs any explaining. I was happy to find a Cinderella palace guard picture on another WordPress blog.

NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 3

Phoenix ComiCon

Jonathan Frakes Phoenix ComiCon

Fan Girl

Fan
girl
over
old actor
not seen in Teen Beat
no pullout poster hung on my
wall because he was not a Corey or Backstreet Boy
sixteenth birthday gift tickets to
Star Trek convention
Wil Wheaton
my first
crush…
Frakes

I am not calling Jonathan Frakes old, but he wasn’t a teen idol in the late ’80s early 90s. My twin sister and I talked our mom into buying four tickets to a Star Trek convention in Buffalo, NY because it was on our 16th birthday November 17th. Kati actually stood in line to meet Wil Wheaton. I was excited to be at my first convention, but bummed Frakes was not there.

In 1994, my wonderful fiance drove us up to Toronto for my second Star Trek convention. I was a working girl then and splurged to get VIP tickets to see both Jonathan Frakes and Marina Sirtis up close. Then life happened and I didn’t go to any kind of geek gathering until Twilight. Rachael was in middle school and Twilight was a big deal and there was a convention close by at the Wigwam. Of course I had to introduce my daughter to conventions. Well anyone who reads this blog knows it was all down hill from there. A few years later I saw Jonathan Frakes was attending the Phoenix ComiCon. Of course we got tickets. Back then 12 and under sidekicks were free. We only had to buy two tickets.

A couple years ago we attended again. Gretchen had to see John Barrowman. The lucky girl even met him and got his autograph. Then last year we attended Leprecon so I could fan girl over Star Trek authors. I already got tickets to Phoenix ComiCon this June. Rachael is working on her Attack on Titan cosplay. Yes, this fan girl has created a fan family.

NaPoWriMo Prompt – Yesterday, we wrote portraits of families. Today, let’s turn our vision outward, and write fan letters. I challenge you to write a poem in the form of a fan letter to a celebrity. Now, this could be a celebrity from long ago, and needn’t be an actor or singer (though it could be). You could write to George Washington or Dorothy Dandridge, Marie Curie or The Weeknd. Happy writing!

NaPoWriMo Day 7

Stick to STEM

Write
Words
Value
Poetry
Aesthetically
Fibonacci sequence creates
A golden ratio, numbers ascribed to beauty
Iatromathematicians
May have better luck
Poor poets
Rarely
Gross
Green

Sneaky earning a BS studying English

Sneaky earning a BS studying English

NaPoWriMo Prompt – And now our (optional!) prompt: keeping to the theme of poetry’s value, Wallace Stevens famously wrote that “money is a kind of poetry.” So today, I challenge you to write about money! It could be about not having enough, having too much (a nice kind of problem to have), the smell, or feel, or sensory aspects of money. It could also just be a poem about how we decide what has value or worth.

Yesterday my sister posted something about the summer internship my niece participated in last summer. It was all gobbledygook to me. I asked her if she spoke English. But as you can see, even poets appreciate math (assuming my syllable count is correct). Have no fear there’s an app for the mathematically challenged like me – Here. Now go forth and make a living in a STEM career.