#NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Twenty-One

Partial View of My Window

Outside My Window

I watch the world pass by outside my window
Outside my window cars drive by with purpose
Outside my window people have places to go
Outside places to go while I stay home all day
Home all day doing laundry, mopping floors
Home all day cooking meals, washing dishes
Home all day scrubbing toilets, watching TV
Home all day reading books, passing the time
Home all day imagining life outside my window

NaPoWriMo PromptAnd now for our (optional) prompt. Have you ever heard or read the nursery rhyme, “There was a man of double deed?” It’s quite creepy! A lot of its effectiveness can be traced back to how, after the first couplet, the lines all begin with the same two phrases (either “When the . . .” or “Twas like,”). The way that these phrases resolve gets more and more bizarre over the course of the poem, giving it a headlong, inevitable feeling.

Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that, like this one, uses lines that have a repetitive set-up. 

Good afternoon and welcome to day twenty one of #NaPoWriMo where maybe being stuck inside for the better part of a year is starting to wear on me. Sunday I get my 2nd vaccine shot and I’m hoping the world can return to normal sooner rather than later. Not that I get out a lot in normal circumstances, I do watch the world outside my window more often than not but I’ve never been cooped up this long nor have we had such a decline of people visiting us. A little interaction with the outside world would be nice. Just be advised despite what the poem says, little housework is accomplished in April so it would be best to wait until May to pop in for a visit.

Bonus Sijo #NaPoWriMo 2021

Smart Refrigerator

New fangled technology is supposed to make life easier
with less hassle
Putting away groceries, my new fridge beeps reminding me
the door is open
Let’s play a game –
one of these things is not like the others

Commander Riker keeping an eye on the macaroons

Okay I may not have the true theme for sijo down, but I am having fun. Yesterday evening Shawn sent a text – I see macaroons have been added to the fridge. Yes folks, the damn new smart refrigerator comes with cameras you can access far away from home. So Gretchen wanted to play a trick on dad. She really wanted to take a picture of her hand flipping dad the bird, but the cameras take still shots and we didn’t test to see if they’d work with the door ajar. Well a few years ago Shawn bought me a Commander Riker action figure and I knew he could fit in the fridge. Gretchen had to pose him looking over the macaroons. Then we snapped a picture and told Shawn he may have to fight Riker for his cookie.

Then this morning after Shawn and Gretchen returned from the store, I was putting away groceries and the fridge started beeping at me. Yes, I know the door is open, I’m putting away food. I think we’re going to have way too much fun with all the new bells and whistles that came with the fridge. 😉 FYI this fridge replaced our original fridge we bought with the house. After having the same fridge for 21 years, we’re all a little enamored with the new toy.

#NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Twenty

Noodles and Me

Morning Solitude

Tuesday morning coffee time, sit in bed and contemplate
Poetry before I begin my day of endless chores
The dog protects my solitude as she chases off the cats

NaPoWriMo Prompt Our (optional) prompt for the day is to write a sijo. This is a traditional Korean poetic form. Like the haiku, it has three lines, but the lines are much longer. Typically, they are 14-16 syllables, and optimally each line will consist of two parts – like two sentences, or a sentence of two clauses divided by a comma. In terms of overall structure, a sijo functions like an abbreviated sonnet, in that the first line sets up an inquiry or discussion, the second line continues the discussion, and the third line resolves it with a “twist” or surprise. For more on the sijo, check out the primer here and a long list of examples in English, here.

Good morning and welcome to day twenty of #NaPoWriMo where I am off to an early start. I had to wake up Gretchen this morning because she wanted to go grocery shopping with Dad. So when Shawn got in the shower I got up and put the tea kettle on and then went down the hall to wake up Gretchen. Then once I had my coffee in hand I went back to my bedroom. Once Shawn got out of the shower I asked him, Did you forget something? Yes, he totally forgot he was going to have a companion on his shopping trip this morning.

Since I am rid of the other occupants of the house, I delved into the poem. The sijo is a new poetry form for me and it is short – I love short poetry forms. My first two lines came rather quickly but I was stumped on the twist. The dog is always under my feet or in this instance lying at my feet. One of the cats today is full of it. Apparently some puff balls were discovered under the old fridge when it was lifted up. I mean really attached under the fridge because I did make Shawn pull the fridge out Sunday so I could clean back there before the delivery of the new fridge and we did not discover any puff balls. A lot of dust and hair but no cat toys. So Mr. Pita has been running around all morning chasing the puff and every time he jumped on my bed, Noodles ran him off – Hey, Mom is working here.

I did a rewrite of my first sijo-

What should I write before my day of endless chores begins

I sit in bed, contemplate poetry sipping hot coffee

The dog protects my solitude by chasing off cats 

#NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Nineteen

Me and My Dad

Eighty

Birthday
Marks time
Another year older
Additional creaks and groans
Eighty

NaPoWriMo PromptAnd last but not least, our prompt (optional, as always). Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a humorous rant. In this poem, you may excoriate to your heart’s content all the things that get on your nerves. Perhaps it’s people who tailgate when driving, or don’t put the caps back on pens after they use them. Or the raccoons who get into your garbage cans. For inspiration, perhaps you might look to this list of Shakespearean insults. Or, for all of you who grew up on cartoons from the 1980s, perhaps this compendium of Skeletor’s Best Insults might provide some insight.

Good afternoon and welcome to day nineteen of #NaPoWriMo aka my dad’s birthday. So yes I went off script and I wrote an elevenie since my dad is German it made sense. I guess you could read a small rant into the affects of aging. But other than that it’s just a silly little birthday poem. Our new fridge arrived today and reminded me I needed to call my dad. It is preprogrammed; we have yet to personalize it. And this was the home screen.

Happy Birthday, Dad!

After the delivery person left, I grabbed the phone and told my dad, Our fridge reminded me to call you. Once I talked to my dad and we got all the food into the new fridge, I tuned into the poetry pea podcast. Today is the 100th episode and Patricia read one of my haiku. I started listening to it on spotify on my iPhone and a notice popped up, we see there is a Samsung speaker near by would you like to listen from it. Umm…no thank you not quite sure I’m ready to listen and watch programs on my refrigerator. Gretchen got up and came into the kitchen and said, Mom’s listening to the weird lady reading haiku again. (Sorry Patricia.) And a couple minutes later Patricia said my name, both Shawn and Gretchen were like…OOO. Really I learned from the last public listening party to keep my poetry listening private unless there is a reason to share.

So this is how my week began. How is everyone else doing?

#NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Eighteen

Wicked Intent

Passionate Shepherd
Outlaw on a poem walk
His third try to charm
She is not easily wooed
By obvious turpitude

NaPoWriMo Prompt And now for our (optional) daily prompt! This one comes to us from Stephanie Malley, who challenges us to write a poem based on the title of one of the chpaters from Susan G. Wooldridge’s Poemcrazy: Freeing Your Life with Words. The book’s  table of contents can be viewed using Amazon’s “Look inside” feature. Will you choose “the poem squash?” or perhaps “grocery weeping” or “the blue socks”? If none of the 60 rather wonderful chapter titles here inspire you, perhaps a chapter title from a favorite book would do? For example, the photo on my personal twitter account is a shot of a chapter title from a P.G. Wodehouse novel — the chapter title being “Sensational Occurrence at a Poetry Reading.”

Good afternoon and welcome to day eighteen of #NaPoWriMo. Thirty years ago today Shawn and I went on our first date. We went to the movies and saw The Marrying Man – was that a clue for our future? A couple years later my mom got us tickets to see The Phantom of the Opera up in Toronto and a short time after that, I received a poem in the mail signed – The Phantom. You know it’s not advisable to “steal” poetry to woo your girlfriend who is an English major. The day we read the poem in class I started laughing; I do believe Shawn wanted to send an obscure poem I would not recognize. He probably would have been better off borrowing from a contemporary poet.

Ahhh.. But Shawn is not the only person to borrow something without permission. 😉 After thirty years, I’ve learned a thing or two.

#NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Seventeen

Moon in Arizona night sky

Moon gains prominence
Darkness falls over desert
Lone coyote howls

NaPoWriMo Prompt And now, our (optional) prompt. I’ve seen some fairly funny twitter conversations lately among poets who are coming to terms with the fact that they keep writing poems about the moon. For better or worse, the moon seems to exert a powerful hold on poets, as this large collection of moon-themed poems suggests. Today, I’d like to challenge you to stop fighting the moon. Lean in. Accept the moon. The moon just wants what’s best for you and your poems. So yes – write a poem that is about, or that involves, the moon.

Good afternoon and welcome to day seventeen of #NaPoWriMo aka haiku day because 17 for the seventeen syllables in a haiku. So when Maureen said write about the moon, I knew I could stay on prompt and come up with a haiku. I even used the #haikuchallenge word today gain.

I also learned a couple years ago from Patricia over at poetry pea that a renku pays special attention to the moon. And is mentioned in the fifth stanza. Here is the link to the renku I contributed to over at poetry pea. Please go have a read and if you enjoy it, consider contributing to the current renku verse. And finally here is another haiku I wrote last month about the moon.

Smoke takes to the sky
Rising out of chimenea
Blocks moon’s radiance

Now apparently mom has to put on her editing hat. The semester is drawing to a close and papers are due and mom gives her editing skills away for free.

#NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Sixteen

@Piper_Center #16 prompt

Same Shit Different Day

Last year we sheltered in place
And were told not to embrace
Many people left the workplace
As the virus began to outpace
Available hospital bed space

One year later… here we sit
Still putting up with the same old…

NaPoWriMo Prompt And last but not least, our (optional) prompt. Because it’s Friday, today I’d like you to relax with the rather silly form called Skeltonic, or tumbling, verse. In this form, there’s no specific number of syllables per line, but each line should be short, and should aim to have two or three stressed syllables. And the lines should rhyme. You just rhyme the same sound until you get tired of it, and then move on to another sound. Skeltonic verse is a fun way to get some words on the page without racking your brains for deep meaning. It’s a form that lends itself particularly well to poems for children, satirical verse, and just plain nonsense.

Good afternoon and welcome to day sixteen of #NaPoWriMo where even though the prompt was supposed to be fun, nonsense rhyming, my brain decided it wanted to rack itself on the prompt anyway. I had a number of starts and stops going nowhere, so I decided to check the other poetry prompts circulating this month and with a little help from #PiperPoetryMonth at least I got something on paper. I’ve never enjoyed rhyming but a few lines is better than nothing.

#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’s 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. 😛

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, 😉

#NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Fourteen

Is my name unique
Demand to know its meaning
Behold true image

NaPoWriMo Prompt And last but not least, our (optional) prompt for the day. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that delves into the meaning of your first or last name. Looking for inspiration? Take a look at this poem by Mark Wunderlich, appropriately titled “Wunderlich.”

Good morning and welcome to day fourteen of #NaPoWriMo. Write about my name okay I came up with a tweetku from the #HaikuChallenge word because I’ve written poems about my name before –

Same Name

All about my name

Veronica Franco

A Name they never get right

#NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Thirteen

Self-making Bed

Strip bed
carry sheets to
washer add detergent
when sheets are washed move to dryer
Buzzer
carry it all back to bedroom
remake bed with clean sheets
and then collapse
Worn out

NaPoWriMo Prompt And now, on to our (optional) prompt. Today’s prompt comes from the Instagram account of Sundress Publications, which posts a writing prompt every day, all year long. This one is short and sweet: write a poem in the form of a news article you wish would come out tomorrow.

Good afternoon and welcome to day thirteen of #NaPoWriMo. I’m a little late today because I was doing the bedsheets this morning. Shawn was off to get his 2nd vaccine dose this morning and I figured he would want nice clean sheets to come home to thinking he may not be feeling too hot. As I mentioned earlier, Shawn has been remodeling our house. We now have a smart TV, a few home pods and next week we’ll be getting a smart refrigerator – good grief. But as I was cleaning the bedsheets this morning I decided I would be happy if I just had a self-making bed. I’m sure most people would understand if they ever made a bed one-handed. As it is I keep sure Shawn has not put a head or foot board on the bed. He didn’t understand why until I pointed out – Do you want to make the bed every time I wash the sheets.