Alpine foothills, Bavaria
Ludwig’s vivid imagination lives
Alpine foothills, Bavaria
Ludwig’s vivid imagination lives
Once upon a time, 2010, we waited in a long line to buy tickets to attend our first comicon. Thanks to the On this day feature on Facebook, I was reminded it was seven years ago today. I did not plan on buying tickets this year, between college tuition, a new car purchase, and my upcoming trip to Germany, it didn’t seem wise to make the purchase. Seven years ago we only had to buy two tickets. Sidekicks, 13 and younger, were free (now a sidekick ticket costs money) not that it matters my girls are far beyond free anymore.
When I told the girls we weren’t getting tickets this year, they took it well. Shawn, on the other hand, he really wanted to go but I told him it was an expense we couldn’t afford now. Not only are tickets expensive, but then there is the exhibitor’s hall. BTW – thanks Del Rey for the free books. Once we finally got into the convention center, yeah some idiot decided to ruin the fun for the rest of us, I got into the Del Rey author signing line. They had free sampler books. Picked up the Star Wars one for Gretchen. Then we met Scott Sigler and Rob Reid. I waited to see what the price for the books were. They were signing and giving the books away for free. I have new reading material. 😀 A little bummed we missed seeing Pierce Brown though, I brought our copy of Red Rising for him to sign.
Cosplay weapons ban creates
Long wait to enter
Seven years ago
Flashback to first ComiCon
Could not wait to see…
And a Big Shout Out and Thank You! to Bear Essential News for giving us the four passes for Friday. They asked who your favorite cosplay character was and I answered, Levi. About a week after I told everyone we weren’t going to ComiCon this year, I got an email from Julie Madden congratulating me as the winner. I read it twice then showed it to Shawn, I think we are going to ComiCon this year. He confirmed my eyes were not deceiving me. Then I told Nonnie we got passes and she purchased a Friday pass to attend with us. We had a lot of fun. And despite the almost hour long line to get in, Nonnie survived and enjoyed her first con.
It’s hard to believe the little bundle of joy who made me a mom for the first time will be 19 on Saturday! She was also the inspiration for the first story I had published. Last year at this time she graduated with highest distinction with an AA at EMCC. Then a week later graduated from high school. She just finished her first year at ASU and maintained her 4.0 GPA.
The second little one to come along three years later has two weeks left in her sophomore year in high school. She, too, has all As and at the end of the month will start taking classes at EMCC through the ACE program. Last weekend she took her accuplacer over at the college and scored a 95 in reading and a 6 on the writing. She actually followed her English teacher’s formula for essay writing. Who would have thought English teachers know a thing or two about writing. 😉 A score of 5 places a student in Eng 101 and 8 is the highest score on the test.
holds baby tight
nurtures strong, independent person
And here is my first poem dedicated to Motherhood. Happy Mother’s Day to all the Moms out there!
Down into carafe
Every morning I drink
NaPoWriMo Prompt Day 30! Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about something that happens again and again (kind of like NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo). It could be the setting of the sun, or your Aunt Georgia telling the same story at Thanksgiving every single year. It could be the swallows returning to Capistrano or how, without fail, you will lock your keys in the car whenever you go to the beach.
Good morning everyone and welcome back to the last day of napowrimo. After today we will return you to your normal programming. Wow! This is year seven for me. And I was only late on one prompt, not too bad. In case you are curious about my first national poetry month writing, it was through read, write poem and the anthology featuring a poem from all the poets who completed thirty poems in thirty days is over on issue. My poem is on page 43.
Now I shall bid farewell, I must go drink some life and get my Sunday moving.
Read a great poem
Don’t let it be ho hum
Poetry opens doors
The world can be yours
No – never
Will I endeavor
to read whatsoever
Quoth the child evermore
NaPoWriMo Prompt Day 29 – Today, I’d like to challenge you to take one of your favorite poems and find a very specific, concrete noun in it. For example, if your favorite poem is this verse of Emily Dickinson’s, you might choose the word “stones” or “spectre.” After you’ve chosen your word, put the original poem away and spend five minutes free-writing associations – other nouns, adjectives, etc. Then use your original word and the results of your free-writing as the building blocks for a new poem.
Good Morning! Yes, it’s still Saturday morning here in Arizona. As I was contemplating the napowrimo prompt for today, I went over to my wordpress following reader page. I saw a post from elPitchford aka Bryan that today is National Great Poetry Reading day. It helps with today’s prompt as most people will pick a poem from a well known, shall I say great, poet. Then I told Gretchen it’s national great poetry reading day so go find a poem to read. To which she responded, no, never. And of course, I thought of The Raven. And yes, I know nevermore isn’t a noun, but I did stick in door for chamber door. 😉
without new glasses
in many a year
now I see clear
and things far
how I look
nose in a book
why it took
years to see
I could not see
really beats me
NaPoWriMo Prompt Day 28 – Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem using Skeltonic verse. Don’t worry, there are no skeletons involved. Rather, Skeltonic verse gets its name from John Skelton, a fifteenth-century English poet who pioneered the use of short stanzas with irregular meter, but two strong stresses per line (otherwise know as “dipodic” or “two-footed” verse). The lines rhyme, but there’s not a rhyme scheme per se. The poet simply rhymes against one word until he or she gets bored and moves on to another.
Day 28 of NaPoWriMo and now that I’m done – two days to go. I have never heard of Skeltonic verse. NaPoWriMo was also where I learned about double dactyl which has one stressed, two unstressed syllables (times 2 for 1 line – double). And like the double dactyl as well as any metered verse, it takes me a few tries to get the meter thing to swing. 😉 Also, in case you missed the obvious, I picked up new glasses today.
Be sure to eat peel
fruit inside will leave bitter
taste behind – I’m a…
NaPoWriMo Prompt Day 27 – Many poems explore the sight or sound or feel of things, and Proust famously wrote about the memories evoked by smell, but today I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that explores your sense of taste! This could be a poem about food, or wine, or even the oddly metallic sensation of a snowflake on your tongue.
Welcome back to day 27 of NaPoWriMo. It is the last week of classes for Rachael, final exams are next week. As her gardening class has no final it is the last week. She has been bringing home some of the harvest including a few kumquats. This morning she told me how to eat them. I never thought about how to eat a kumquat before.
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
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.
Person who loves to read
lying down in bed
nose in a book
cocooned in cozy blankets
NaPoWriMo Prompt Day 25 – In 1958, the philosopher/critic Gaston Bachelard wrote a book called The Poetics of Space, about the emotional relationship that people have with particular kinds of spaces – the insides of sea shells, drawers, nooks, and all the various parts of houses. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that explores a small, defined space – it could be your childhood bedroom, or the box where you keep old photos. It could be the inside of a coin purse or the recesses of an umbrella stand. Any space will do – so long as it is small, definite, and meaningful to you.
Welcome back to day 25 of NaPoWriMo. What better way to describe my favorite place than a teacup dictionary poem defining the word for my favorite activity snug and warm in my favorite space. When I first learned the word librocubicularist, I wrote a septolet about it. Love how I can use one word to describe my favorite activity in my favorite space.
NaPoWriMo Prompt day 24 – Today, I challenge you to write a poem of ekphrasis — that is, a poem inspired by a work of art. But I’d also like to challenge you to base your poem on a very particular kind of art – the marginalia of medieval manuscripts. Here you’ll find some characteristic images of rabbits hunting wolves, people sitting on nests of eggs, dogs studiously reading books, and birds wearing snail shells. What can I say? It must have gotten quite boring copying out manuscripts all day, so the monks made their own fun. Hopefully, the detritus of their daydreams will inspire you as well!
Welcome back to day 24 of NaPoWriMo. I went off on my own daydream or maybe nightmare. About a week ago, Shawn posted the above picture with a poem to his Facebook page. Once again, I’m borrowing without permission. 😉 Even though I knew the image on the left was a flower, my mind saw peeling skin after a sunburn. Shawn thought I was crazy, but I couldn’t help it. I’ve had bad burns with huge chunks of skin peeling off. The way the petals burst open looks like peeled skin under magnification to me. So today I went on a slightly sideways journey and wrote a haiga for my vision of the photo. Sorry, Shawn, I see what I see.