NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 16

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Apropos for April

 

Childhood Dream

At the kitchen table she writes
Several years removed from hometown
Young girl dreamed beneath the starlights
One day she could be well renown

Several years removed from hometown
Housewife prattles poetic verse
One day she could be well renown
Across the world her words traverse

Housewife prattles poetic verse
Inspired by Dear Mr. Henshaw
Across the world her words traverse
Write what you know even when blah

Inspired by Dear Mr. Henshaw
Mother puts down in words her life
Write what you know even when blah
Young girl grew to become housewife

Mother puts down in words her life
At the kitchen table she writes
Young girl grew to become housewife
She still dreams beneath the starlights

NaPoWriMo Prompt – Today, I challenge you to fill out, in no more than five minutes, the following “Almanac Questionnaire,” which solicits concrete details about a specific place (real or imagined). Then write a poem incorporating or based on one or more of your answers. Happy writing!

No more than 5 minutes – I had a hard time with some of the questions. But I have dreamed of being a writer ever since the 3rd grade and I read Dear Mr. Henshaw. Great link to click on, as yesterday Gretchen came into the kitchen and said, You’ll have to say goodbye to me at the door. I replied, Yeah I do that every morning.

But today I’m going to school and not coming back.

Yay! I’ve been trying to achieve this for years.

Mom! I’m wearing a red shirt. The red shirts never come back.

Well yesterday she must have been Scotty because the red shirt did return in the afternoon.

And speaking of prattling in poetic verse, I did say I’d give the pantoum another go sometime in April. Since we are past the halfway point, I thought today was a good day to try.

Reminiscing – Pantoum

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The River Tour Phoenix, AZ March 10 Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band

 

And the poets down here don’t write
nothing at all, they just stand back
and let it all be – out of sight
concert, band plays awesome soundtrack

Nothing at all, they just stand back
and revel in the Glory Days
driving in an old Cadillac
our youth disappears in a blaze

And revel in the Glory Days
wake up one morning to find this
girl of seventeen nowadays
longs to recapture youthful bliss

Wake up one morning to find this
unable to let it be trite,
boring stories of youthful bliss
but the poets down here don’t write

The italicized words are from Jungleland. No, they did not play the song last night but I used the lyrics because they’re my favorite. They did perform Glory Days; as Bruce pulled a sign out of the audience that said, The Boss + Spring training = Glory Days. So here is a little something from my glory days. This is a big year for Shawn and me. Next month we will have been going out for 25 years! and in October we will be celebrating our 20th wedding anniversary. It’s hard to believe I was a young 17 when we started dating. I keep telling him he stole my youth.

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Frontier Central Senior Prom

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Shawn and me at the concert last night

Pepper Panic Pantoum

Matching peppers, I begin to panic
Are there enough moves to complete my task
Moves start to dwindle making me manic
Am I wasting time in a dewar flask

Are there enough moves to complete my task
Words escape me, I start gasping for air
Am I wasting time in a dewar flask
Where I inhale helium unaware

Words escape me, I start gasping for air
How did I get caught in this stupid game
Where I inhale helium unaware
Holding my breath this poem isn’t lame

How did I get caught in this stupid game
Moves start to dwindle making me manic
Holding my breath this poem isn’t lame
Matching peppers, I begin to panic

Okay I play on too many Facebook games when I should be writing. I’ve advanced to level 410 on pepper panic saga. Stories of a neglectful housewife and desperate poet, right? Well today I thought my stupid game obsession should be put to some good use.