#NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Fifteen

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

Twice Married

Mom always said,
You’ll live until you’re twice married
Whenever her children fell down
A phrase I found quite peculiar

Mom always said,
You’ll live until you’re twice married
A phrase I found myself repeating
Whenever my children were upset

Mom never said,
You’ll live until you’re twice married
My twin would not pass it down
After her second marriage

Mom always said,
You’ll live until you’re twice married
She hoped we’d all live forever
Never contemplating divorce

NaPoWriMo PromptAnd now for our prompt (optional, as always). Today‚Äôs prompt comes to us from Juan Martinez. It asks you to think about a small habit you picked up from one of your parents, and then to write a piece that explores an early memory of your parent engaged in that habit, before shifting into writing about yourself engaging in the same habit.

Good afternoon and welcome to day fifteen of #NaPoWriMo. My mom always had little catch phrases like, “I’m blind in one eye and can’t see out the other;” “if it had teeth it would have bit you;” and my favorite, “You’ll live until you are twice married.” A very cute one I found myself repeating to my own children while they were growing up. I always thought it was odd, but never really thought too deeply on its meaning. Then one day my sister said, I never tell that to my children because I am married twice. So…? The phrase is actually conveying you will live a good long life because 1) you won’t get remarried or 2) you’ll get married a second time after living a long, happy life with your first spouse and they’ve passed away. There was never any contemplation of divorce in the saying. Oh well, I still use the phrase because yes, I’m still happily married to spouse #1. ūüėõ

I also remind my children, Life’s a b@$#% and then you die. Maybe a little insight to marriage number one not being happily ever after, ūüėČ

The Jackass Artist

Butt Seriously¬†–¬†The Phoenix New Times highlighted the best shows to see for February’s first Friday. Butt Seriously at the Found RE in Phoenix runs through the 26th. If a certain man does not make it to see his 45th birthday at the end of this month. This blog post is not to be consider evidence for any mishap that may befall him before then.

There once was an artist who entered his wife’s ass
in an art show he thought was going to be high-class
Butt Seriously
imperiously
he decided it was best to bypass
her permission, fearing she’d label him jackass

18th Anniversary Limerick

Steps of Rockwell Hall Buffalo State College

Steps of Rockwell Hall Buffalo State College

There once was a lad who wanted to court
a lass, who saw in his small stature no thwart
reaching only five six
he did quickly transfix
in one wink, eighteen years, breathlessly short

I’m not a fan of shoes. ¬†Under that nice cathedral train, I’m wearing sneakers which were traded out for slippers at the reception. ¬†Needless to say, I would be on my tippy toes all the time if I married a tall man. ¬†When I read an article in Self Magazine on how short men make better husbands, I knew I found the perfect subject for my 18th anniversary limerick.

Sketching Techniques – Assignment One

I signed up for an online course – How Writers Write Poetry through Iowa University. ¬†The first class was posted today. ¬†Robert Hass talked about how to create lines by looking at the world around you, metaphors and questions. ¬†The assignment is to write a one, two, three or four line poem about your observations. ¬†When he spoke of unusual metaphors, I thought of a conversation I had recently with my youngest. ¬†She was complaining about something and I said, You’ll live till you’re twice married. ¬†She looked at me horrified. ¬†Mom did not want her baby living too long. ¬†Once upon a time my own mother would utter this same phrase to me. ¬†It meant you were going to live a long time, because most people only married once. First three line senryu –

Longevity slips
You’ll live till you’re twice married
How young will death come

 

I spent some time in the forum reading and commenting on other pieces. ¬†Then I checked twitter. ¬†We can chat there with #heypoets. ¬†I checked the #haikuchallenge word today. ¬†Today’s word is watch. Another poem sketch –

Sketching poetry
How words spill forth ideas
Watch video, write

 

The course runs through August 9th.  It should be interesting minus my break to shuffle off to Buffalo.  We set up tours for Alfred University (equine center was a plus for my smarty pants) and Cornell.  Yes, my future vet sets her sights high.

Golden Anniversary

My mom and dad were married 50 years ago – June 15, 1963. My oldest sister is putting together a photo album of their 50 years together. She asked me to send some family photos, which I did.

I was talking to her this morning and got a better idea of everything going into the book. She has a graduation section and wanted to know where my graduation photos are. Well I dug up one of me from college.

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