#NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Twenty Three

Pink Rose by Shawn Hosking

Pink Rose

Sweet dreams
She sleeps soundly
Wrapped secure in his arms
He breathes in her effervescence
Love drunk

NaPoWriMo Prompt = Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that responds, in some way, to another. This could be as simple as using a line or image from another poem as a jumping-off point, or it could be a more formal poetic response to the argument or ideas raised in another poem. You might use a favorite (or least favorite poem) as the source for your response. And if you’re having trouble finding a poem to respond to, here are a few that might help you generate ideas: “This World is Not Conclusion,” by Peter Gizzi, “In That Other Fantasy Where We Live Forever,” by Wanda Coleman, “La Chalupa, the Boat,” by Jean Valentine, or “Aubade: Some Peaches, After Storm,” by Carl Phillips.

Good morning and welcome to day twenty three of #NaPoWriMo. Okay I wasn’t exactly getting into this prompt. I’ve replied to other poems before and didn’t really know who I wanted to read and respond to today. When I checked Facebook, I was reminded it’s Shakespeare day. But he’s a little over done. Then I checked my blog stats and saw someone read a post from #NaPoWriMo 2018; I started going through those posts and right near the start of the month Day Two I see I wrote a poem using Romeo & Juliet and responded to a poem Shawn wrote. So it hasn’t been six years since Shawn wrote me a poem; I’ve cut it down to three. The title of today’s poem comes from the photo and one of those silly games – Every Woman is a Flower. Apparently I’m a pink rose.

Love’s in the Air  2018

In the soft light of the night
It’s exciting to see you breathe
In effervescent waves
The rise…
The shudder…
The fall…
Of lungs full of love
Drunk with pollen’s pleasure

© Shawn Hosking 2018

#NaPoWriMo An Ode On Saturday Morning

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The Rosebush

Copious buds bloom
Petals lay bare on sidewalk
Nothing gold can stay

NaPoWriMo Prompt – Our optional prompt for the day also honors the idea of Saturday (the Saturdays of the soul, perhaps?), by challenging you to write an ode to life’s small pleasures. Perhaps it’s the first sip of your morning coffee. Or finding some money in the pockets of an old jacket. Discovering a bird’s nest in a lilac bush or just looking up at the sky and watching the clouds go by.

Good morning and welcome to day eighteen of napowrimo where my ode to the rosebush looks suspiciously like a haiku with a borrowed line no less.  Here is the link to read Robert Frost’s poem. I grabbed the link from poets.org as they are running a shelter in poems series, asking readers to share poems they are reflecting on while we are sheltering in place. My favorite Frost poem, A question, doesn’t seem to be in their archives. I used it on a previous napowrimo for a golden shovel.

Yesterday we ventured outside headed off to the mailbox. Robin’s reading care package from Changing Hands Bookstore seems to be MIA. As we walked down the sidewalk, Robin was hit in the face by a flying object and exclaimed, What was that? Gretchen responded, I think it was a petal from the rosebush. They’re all over the sidewalk. Yes, it was pretty windy yesterday and rose petals were dropping off and flying away. On top of being hit in the face there was no book in the mailbox. 😦 Maybe today will be a good mail day.

#NaPoWriMo Beg, Borrow, Steal

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Valentine’s Day Rose

plucks fragrant flower
to adorn kitchen table
unchaste but not marred

What’s in a name?
a rose by any other
name would smell as sweet

Beg, borrow and steal
without feeling remorseful
for better or worse

NaPoWriMo Prompt – Nonetheless, our optional prompt for today (developed by Rachel McKibbens, who is well-known for her imaginative and inspiring prompts) plays on the idea of stealing. Today, I challenge you to write a non-apology for the things you’ve stolen. Maybe it’s something as small as your sister’s hairbrush (or maybe it was your sister’s boyfriend!) Regardless, I hope this sly prompt generates some provocative verse for you.

Good morning readers and welcome to day thirteen of NaPoWriMo. I’ll admit a non-apology poem had me a little flummoxed. To take a quote from my husband, who may have picked it up from someone else 😉 –Borrowed… borrowed without permission, but with every intention of bringing it back. Captain Jack Sparrow

I am very good at borrowing things from my husband. Quite recently a rose off of his rosebush and on April 7th a pair of pliers to unplug the kitchen sink. Of course the pliers were brought back as for the rose… I do believe turn about is fair play. If he ever returns what he took from me all those years ago, I may have to find a way to return the rose. But I’m not too worried about it.

 

 

#NaPoWriMo Flowers

 

Girl no longer chaste
Plucks a rose from his garden
Red as her cherry

NaPoWriMo Prompt – For today, I challenge you to write a poem in which one or more flowers take on specific meanings. And if you’re having trouble getting started, why not take a gander at this glossary of flower meanings? (You can find a plain-text version here). Feel free to make use of these existing meanings, or make up your own.

Good morning and welcome to day eleven of NaPoWriMo where I have found inspiration in our rose bush. I have taken pictures of the roses before; I love when the buds are in bloom. This year it has really flourished. Early this week when I went out to check the mail, I decided I wanted to snatch a bud to adorn my table. My kitchen table is a mess right now, so I snapped the photo in front of my bedroom window.

Yes, I deflowered my husband’s rosebush. 😉 Turn about’s fair play, right? Not to worry, the bush has over half a dozen buds this year, as I said, it has really flourished this spring. I hope everyone enjoys their Easter weekend and has the chance to go out and smell the roses.

#NaPoWriMo 2018 Day Two

 

Sweet Rose

Sweet rose
Juliet pines
over stranger she met
unaware he hears her below
Love blooms

Sweet rose
shall I compare
her to its soft petals
I reach out unaware of thorns
Love fades

 

Good morning and welcome to day two of #NaPoWriMo. Shawn finally got the photos he took Saturday night uploaded. Though when I went to go pilfer a few for this post, I realized he had more video than pictures. Yesterday Shawn used the photo of the rose as inspiration for his poem and I complained there was no mention of his lovely wife – Shall I compare thee to a rose? He said, I was trying to work in a Romeo & Juliet angle; rose, second story window, in front of a theater, but alas there is no balcony. Since he failed on that front, I think he should have compared his wife to the rose – her cheeks are as rosy pink. 😉 Except he mentioned something about the thorns.

NaPoWriMo Prompt – And now for our prompt (optional, as always). Taking a cue from our craft resource, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that plays with voice. For example, you might try writing a stanza that recounts something in the first-person, followed by a stanza recounting the same incident in the second-person, followed by a stanza that treats the incident from a third-person point of view. Or you might try a poem in the form of a dialogue, which necessarily has two “I” speakers, addressing two “you”s. Another way to go is to take an existing poem of yours or someone else’s, and try rewriting it in a different voice. The point is just to play with who is speaking to who and how. Happy writing!

Love’s in the Air  2018

In the soft light of the night
It’s exciting to see you breathe
In effervescent waves
The rise…
The shudder…
The fall…
Of lungs full of love
Drunk with pollens pleasure

© Shawn Hosking 2018

Personal note – I edited Shawn’s poem. I think he meant breathe but he had breath. Not sure where I was going with my verse today. I played with 3rd pov and then 1st, but it isn’t exactly a rewrite of Shawn’s poem. It’s just what popped in my head this morning after we discussed Shawn’s poem yesterday.

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-one – New York School

Orange Rose

October twelfth nineteen ninety-six
Traditional Columbus Day
Taking photos on the steps
Albright Knox Art Gallery
Rockwell Hall – Alma mater

On top his shoulders risqué kicks
Traditional pose? No way
Toasting in high spirits affects
Memory: Orange rose fallacy
A mere seventeen years later

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NaPoWriMo Prompt – Today’s prompt is to write a “New York School” poem using the recipe found here. The New York School is the name by which a group of poets that all lived in New York in the 1950s and 1960s. The most well-known members are Frank O’Hara, John Ashbery, and Kenneth Koch. Their poems are actually very different from one another, but many “New York School” poems display a sort of conversational tone, references to friends and to places in and around New York, humor, inclusion of pop culture, and a sense of the importance of art (visual, poetic, and otherwise).

Yesterday my wonderful husband brought home a bouquet of orange roses.  His wife gave him undeserved credit.  I thought he was being romantic; I had orange roses in my wedding bouquet. Wow, our wedding roses! 😀 He looked at me as if I were alien.  No, I didn’t like the tulips.  He likes orange roses.  Hmm… I wonder if there’s a reason for his preference.  So I was thinking about my wedding even though my anniversary is six months away.  And despite the common fallacy, there’s more to New York than the city. My poem today has Buffalo, NY references. I write what I know.

 

 

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NaPoWriMo Day Seventeen Haiku

Blood red rose petals
Soft silken beauty devours
Thorn pricks tender skin

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NaPoWriMo Prompt – Today’s (optional) prompt is to write a poem in which you very specifically describe something in terms of at least three of the five senses. So, for example, your poem could carefully describe the smell of something, the taste of something, and the sound of something. It might be helpful to pick things you have actually encountered during your day: a cup of coffee at the office (“burnt, flat, and joylessly acrid”), or a hyacinth in the neighobr’s yard (“riotously curled petals shading violet-lavender-white, against the dark-green glossy-smooth leaves”). Happy writing!

April 17 is National Haiku Day check out the Haiku Foundation‘s blog.  And write a haiku.  If you check out the haiku now contest winners, you may find innovative haiku interesting.  I was impressed.  I sent haiku to the contest, but even what I considered innovative was more inside the box.  The winning pieces were fun and inventive.  Congratulations to all the winners.