Elevenie

Laundry
Piles high
Thrown over basket
Waiting to be washed
Never-ending

Vacation
Fun trip
Germany this summer
Spend time with family
Relaxing

NaPoWriMo Prompt Day 23 – Our prompt for Day Twenty-Three comes to us from Gloria Gonsalves, who challenges us to write a double elevenie. What’s that? Well, an elevenie is an eleven-word poem of five lines, with each line performing a specific task in the poem. The first line is one word, a noun. The second line is two words that explain what the noun in the first line does, the third line explains where the noun is in three words, the fourth line provides further explanation in four words, and the fifth line concludes with one word that sums up the feeling or result of the first line’s noun being what it is and where it is. There are some good examples in the link above.

A double elevenie would have two stanzas of five lines each, and twenty-two words in all. It might be fun to try to write your double elevenie based on two nouns that are opposites, like sun and moon, or mountain and sea.

Welcome back to day 23 of NaPoWriMo and as you can see, my day job once again influences my poetry – Sorting Laundry. And of course the opposite of work is vacation and the fact my family and I are off to Germany this summer, it became a no brainer for an Elevenie.

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Housework, Job, and Write a Poem Bop

Alarm goes off five am each morning
it is a struggle to open my eyes
waking before the sun begins to rise
to start the day, I walk down hallway in
the dark because everyone else is still
asleep, open door to wake little girl

My list of never-ending chores is long

Then into kitchen to make her breakfast
at five-forty alarm two goes off and
older child gets up to take a shower
after eating, little girl starts to dress
meanwhile, it’s time for me to pack a lunch
by six am the last alarm goes off
everyone in the house is stirring
tea kettle on; coffee set to brew

My list of never-ending chores is long

The house begins to empty – one by one
occupants leave and I am left alone
to sit and enjoy my coffee before
floors are swept, dishes washed, laundry folded
and least I forget, poetry written
the time of year my sanity questioned

My list of never-ending chores is long

NaPoWriMo Prompt Day 11 – here’s our (optional) prompt for the day: the Bop. The invention of poet Afaa Michael Weaver, the Bop is a kind of combination sonnet + song. Like a Shakespearan sonnet, it introduces, discusses, and then solves (or fails to solve) a problem. Like a song, it relies on refrains and repetition. In the basic Bop poem, a six-line stanza introduces the problem, and is followed by a one-line refrain. The next, eight-line stanza discusses and develops the problem, and is again followed by the one-line refrain. Then, another six-line stanza resolves or concludes the problem, and is again followed by the refrain. Here’s an example of a Bop poem written by Weaver, and here’s another by the poet Ravi Shankar.

Welcome back to day 11 of NaPoWriMo and what a doozy we have today. You know, I usually check the prompt the night before, because midnight EST is 9PM for me. I read this one last night and thought. I hate long poem forms. Plus tomorrow I have to work and then when the little one (Gretchen) gets home, she has an orthodontist appointment. When I applied to be a reader for Measurement Inc., they said day shift was 8:30am-12pm and then 12:45pm-4:15pm with a 45 minute unpaid lunch. Well I converted the times from Eastern to Arizona. There was no way I was going to start at 5:30am so I requested afternoons only. Well it turns out the company converts the shifts into your time zone. Only they seem to think Arizona sprung ahead like the rest of the country, because my work schedule is 2:45pm-6:15 pm Eastern. If we sprung ahead it would be the same afternoon time, but for me it’s actually 11:45am-3:15pm. This works out well for me though, because I only have a half an hour of work to go once Gretchen comes home. Plus it gives me plenty of time to work on dinner. I like to know what I’m making by 3 o’clock. Depending on what we are having, I need to start prepping it then. It takes me at least double the time to prep food with only one good hand. Though it has been nice now that both girls have begun helping in the kitchen. Rachael is better and more cooperative, but we’re working on Gretchen’s reluctance.

Happy 45

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Happy 45! Shawn and me at PF Chang’s Goodyear AZ

 

Black and white photo
celebrates another year
keep on loving life

On Saturday Feb. 25th, we went out to PF Chang’s to celebrate Shawn’s 45th birthday. The restaurant was overflowing, so we decided to dine out in the front, bar patio. No crowd, a lot quieter, and the weather was perfect for outdoor dining. Rachael took this picture of Shawn and me after dinner. The first few shots, the lighting created some strange effects and everyone was laughing. One reason why I like this photo; it isn’t an exact smile but Shawn does look happy. He so rarely smiles in photos. Then photobucket had canvas prints on sale. I was able to get a 10×10 print for $20 (including shipping and handling). The print arrived today. It turned out really nice.

Then On Sunday Feb. 26th, Shawn and I went to the Sabres/Coyotes game with other Buffalo State alumni. We also invited a neighbor from my old street in Hamburg, NY. I was wearing my Hamburg, NY sweatshirt. And when someone walked past me, to get to his seat he said, 1 4 7, no 1 4 0 7 5. At first I was a little confused as to why he was giving me numbers. Then he said, Hamburg’s zip code, right? Lol! Yes, I am wearing a sweatshirt that read, Hamburg, NY the town that friendship built. I kinda forgot – When I was 5.

Speaking of time flying, I can’t believe two months of 2017 have gone by. Right now Rachael is on spring break and next week will be Gretchen’s turn. And before we know it napowrimo 2017 will be here. Hopefully I will be able to write a poem a day this year. I have signed up over at napowrimo.net again.

Poetry in Phoenix

Last night Shawn and I attended our first Caffeine Corridor poetry feat at {9} the Gallery. It begins with open mic poetry readings. We arrived late, because Shawn had to drive all the way home to pick me up. We missed the first few readers, but many of the poets we did see kept mentioning an article recently published in the Phoenix New Times. The print version is here in the house, Shawn had Rachael pick it up at ASU on Thursday, because Joe is a friend of his, and he wanted to read the article. But by last night, neither one of us read it yet.

I read it this morning. Wow, it really is electrically charged with negative feelings about the poetry scene in Phoenix. All I can think is, Okay not everyone who gets up to read an original poem is going to be Whitman, Sandburg, Angelou (poet of your choice here), but you never know who will be the next great American poet. The fact they got up the nerve to stand in front of an audience to read and grow deserves kudos. You never know, in a number of years you may be able to say, I heard them when…

A person cannot improve on their skill locked up and alone. I thought poetry readings were encourage not disparage. I don’t go to poetry readings with my ego on my sleeve. Mostly because you won’t see me stand up and read a poem. I do enjoy the isolation of a computer. I’m more like Dickinson, the amount of poems people will find I’ve tucked away when I’m gone, that is if I don’t burn them all first. Yes, folks I’m analog and still write out more poems than not on actual paper I can burn.

When I first started the whole I’m going to be a published writer journey, my first submission experience was great. Those who read my blog, know I started submitting stories to the Star Trek Strange New Worlds anthology. I joined a wonderful online critique group specifically for SNW writers and I met great writers there who encouraged us newbies. And I realized I was pretty decent at this writing game. My second year, I submitted a story elsewhere and saw my first published piece. The other writers in that anthology introduced me to ritro.com and I started writing articles for the site. I shared Peter Pan Envy on this blog. I also wrote, The Hunt and Peck Method to Novel Writing.

No I was not interested in writing a novel – still holds true. But I also was not serious about poetry. I felt poets were egotistical, pompous jackasses until I joined gather.com and met some lovely poetry people who took the time to read the few poems I posted and comment with well done and at the same time offering ways I could improve my work. This was the kind of environment I saw at {9} the gallery last night. And it is the best way to grow as a poet. I’m not sure why the New Times journalist wrote they were nervous and did not make eye contact. They have the courage to stand in front of people and open themselves up. Maybe he should try it once instead of just printing he words out on a screen. And as for the featured poet in the article…I’m glad I did not run into his ilk when I first put poems out for critique. It was bad enough I was comparing myself to a great poetic ghost.

check ego at door
devote time to encourage
poetry will thrive

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World CP Day

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Bare It All Hosted by Jaclyn Mo

The Bare It All Expo is this Sunday October 2nd at 9 the gallery from 4-6pm. So why is this post titled World CP day? Simple World CP Day is October 5th and my poem will be in the Bare It All Expo a few days prior.

 

 

Bare it all poem
did not try to reflect self
living with CP

NaPoWriMo Day 27

Introvert
Me, myself
I lost connection

Crazy
no voice
inside my head

NaPoWriMo Prompt – And today’s prompt – optional, as always — comes to us from Vince Gotera. It’s the hay(na)ku). Created by the poet Eileen Tabios and named by Vince, the hay(na)ku is a variant on the haiku. A hay(na)ku consists of a three-line stanza, where the first line has one word, the second line has two words, and the third line has three words. You can write just one, or chain several together into a longer poem. For example, you could write a hay(na)ku sonnet…

Me, yesterday, I lost connection with my muse. Wrote a line here and there but nothing coalesced. It’s not helpful that real life is somewhat frustrating right now. Rachael had a successful 30 hour famine. Dad picked her up Saturday afternoon and then we had a family dinner (Nonnie, Ray and Caitlin included) at PF Chang’s to celebrate her induction into NHS. After that Shawn and I went to visit my uncle. My uncle and cousin are struggling right now, and we are trying to figure out a way to help them. They let things build up so long in silence; it’s a big tangle to untie.

Grief

Instant
life changes
unable to cope

Sorrow
builds up
faculties lose control

Insecure
frustrated alone
gasping for air

Embrace
held tight
safe trembling stops

Finally I breathe ~
never let go

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-three Phonetic Translation

Hit no more ocean
Hit no more you’re a mess
Ask nigh coo
You want more your nigh
My no want more me way

99 The Retired Emperor Gotoba (Website)

Hito mo oshi
Hito mo urameshi
Ajiki-naku
Yo wo omou yue ni.
Mono omou mi wa.

How I regret my fallen friends
How I despise my foes!
And, tired of life, I only seek
To reach my long day’s close,
And gain at last repose.

 

NaPoWriMo Prompt – Today’s prompt (optional, as always), is an oldie-but-a-goodie: the homophonic translation. Find a poem in a language you don’t know, and translate it into English based on the look of the words and their sounds.

I was actually able to write a phonetic translation without looking at the actual translation under the tanka.  As you can see, my translation is nonsense.  But after reading the English translation I composed a verse that makes more sense.

 

Experience life
Travel across the ocean
Check off bucket list
Don’t grow old sitting at home
Wear sunscreen without regret

 

This was inspired by Gotoba No In and my friend, Wendi Mitchell who shared this song yesterday.