NaPoWriMo day 13 – April 13, 2020

Posted on April 14, 2020 by Meg

Hello.  The prompt today was to be write a poem about something you have stollen.  Instead, I just wrote a poem with stollen lines.  Each line of this poem came from the online metaphor generator, https://benjaminblaesi.com/synaesthetic-metaphor-generator.  I added 4 words.  Enjoy.

Brown Sub Dwarf Stars

Cloudy brown sub dwarf stars have dark suede substance.
The caramel thrum of desert varnishes their gas
And sends them beyond the iron gray interstellar medium.
Below the fresh, well rounded giant planet,
Filmy like syrup, these small flaming bitterness
Sit like shadows in front of the wildly blackening shimmer.

 

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NaPoWriMo Day 12 – April 12, 2020

Posted on April 13, 2020 by Meg

Hello, and Happy Easter and Syun-Ki and all other Sunday celebrations.  Today’s prompt was to construct a Triolet, which has a odd rhyming scheme and repeating lines.  But here, today, you get two for the price of one.

Snow

The sky so grey, it must be snow

Dark clouds hang low and flakes they fall

A dusting now as day does grow

The sky so grey, it must be snow

A day before we had to mow

For it was spring, we should play ball

The sky so grey, it must be snow

Dark clouds hang low and flakes they fall

 

The flakes lift up, the flakes drift down

A snow globe world out my window

No need to drive into the town

The flakes lift up, the flakes drift down

Today I’ll wear a dressing gown

And stay away from cold below

The flakes lift up, the flakes drift down

A snow globe world out my window.

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NaPoWriMo day 11 – April 11, 2020

Posted on April 12, 2020 by Meg

Hello All.  The prompt for today was to use flowers, and the special language of flowers, to inspire the poem.  Like our Victorians ancestors, I had some experience in this, from a trip long ago.  But that is a story for another day, and another poem.

A Tussie Mussie for 2020

A simple bouquet of words
I put together for today
Made up of all the flowers
I wish I could send your way
Because you deserve some happy thoughts
And not just a bunch of forget-me-knots.

Bright reds, yellows and pinks
It’s the Zinnia which sends
Thoughts of keeping in our hearts
All near and absent friends
We think of you and wish you were here
Though it would make it a tight fit my dear.

The Chinese Chrysanthemum
Is for cheer under adversity
With its long flowing petals
It also adds some diversity
The awesome power of this striking one
Is to help hold fast to your humor and fun

The tall larkspurs, for lightness,
To keep everything merry.
The blue Lupine, for imagination,
So your routine you can vary.
When you have been in the same room for hours
That’s when you need to try to smell the flowers

The charming Wood Sorrel
With its happy yellow flower
And leaf of lucky shamrock
Should bring you joy by the hour
Adding this to the bunch is kind of incredible
This handy little flower is also quite edible.

To wish you durability
And strength to see it through
Hardy pink dogwood blossoms
Would be included too.
All wrapped in Iceland Moss for health
With a little bright penny for wealth

This virtual Tussie Mussie
Says hope you are well
Sends you happy tidings
Because you are swell
Delivering floral messages is the path of least resistance
And sending real flowers risks failing to social distance

 

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stay at home comics

Posted on April 11, 2020 by Meg

As the stay at home continues, I will try to add a comic here and there, whenever the so strange events inspire.  This is from a conversation with a sweet Walgreen’s clerk, as the hoarding first began.

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NaPoWriMo day 10 – April 10, 2020

Posted on April 10, 2020 by Meg

Hello Poetry people.  Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a poem in the form of a hay(na)ku, a variant on the haiku. A hay(na)ku consists of a three-line stanza, where the first line has one word, the second line has two words, and the third line has three words.  It is a good day for a quick entry, so here it goes.

April

Springtime
Daffodils, Tulips
Tomorrow, more snow.

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NaPoWriMo day 9 – April 9, 2020

Posted on April 10, 2020 by Meg

Hello all.  The prompt for today was creating a poem in which the lines and words organize to take a shape.   My shape then took shape.

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NaPoWriMo day 8 – April 8, 2020

Posted on April 9, 2020 by Meg

Hello All.  The prompt for today, use inspiration from another poem, a line or word, to start your own poem.  And then I heard a young women on the street, and I didn’t need to look up any other published works for inspiration.


Tremont Street Rap

“He was a Casanova baby”

She chanted loud and clear

The alto argued both sides

So all the block could hear.

“No baby, that ain’t me”

“I only see you, I only be you”

“Together maybe mister,

But your eyes say something too”

The lines tossed boldly

Across the dog park view

“These eyes for you, my sighs for you”

“Then mister, why she sighing too?”

The next lines were lost to the winds

As we passed the dogs at play

I wondered how the story ends

As we began to walk away.

The last part of the rap I heard

Slicing  through the spring air

“He was a Casanova baby,

Knew he was no good to pair”.

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NaPoWriMo day 7 – April 7, 2020

Posted on April 8, 2020 by Meg

Hello all.  The prompt today was to write a poem based on a story in the news.  My story comes to me every night, over the oldest news broadcast available.

The Nightly Howl

Wolves howl into the night.
Scientists say they vocalize
To reinforce family bonds
And their location to apprise

Dogs howl into the night.
As fires spit flying sparks
Songs to the sky of alert
or homing herald barks

Coyotes howl into the night.
Alone or in a pack strong
Their haunting joy of life call
Can be heard all night long

Denver-ites howl into the night
Yips and yelps say We are here.
8 pm from the isolation
The collective song of Have No Fear.

 

 

 

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NaPoWriMo day 6 – April 6, 2020

Posted on April 6, 2020 by Meg

Hello fine readers.  Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a poem in the voice of someone, or something, from “Hieronymous Bosch’s famous (and famously bizarre) triptych The Garden of Earthly Delights”.  I had only one thought:

 

unnamed

I am confused too.
Did Hieronymous Bosch think
That I was a roo?

(from the funny little lop-eared creature next to the giraffe).

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NaPoWriMo day 5 – April 5, 2020

Posted on April 6, 2020 by Meg

Hello.  The prompt today was very complex.  If you would like to see it, visit NaPoWriMo.net, for day 5.  Here is my attempt, and trust me, I did not get all twenty pieces in the project.  Darn it :)


Language Lesson

Driving home with my son after preschool,
He tells me they are learning Spanish.
“Can you say something in Spanish?”
Emphasizing the first syllable of each word,
he said “Yooness Tooness!”
“What does that mean?”, I ask.

“Yooness Tooness means
When I bite into a pickle
It makes music in my mouth”.

Clearly an idiomatic phrase.
No easy translation in English.
It almost sounded Spanish, the way he rolled it on his tongue.
I repeat it back to him.
He repeats it back to me, and again the translation,
When I bite into a pickle it makes music in my mouth.

Perfectly plausible, and yet so out of left field.
25 years later, I still wonder, where did he get it?
Did he over hear it?  Misunderstand the lesson?
Make it up?  Clearly not Spanish, but so lovely.
Another parent, perhaps one that knew the language
Might send him back to the drawing board.

Me.  I explain idioms to a four year old.
And we adopt Yooness Tooness into our lexicon.
There were variations, but nothing that lasted.
No adverb for how his eyes danced when they saw a pool.
No noun for the grassy smell that sent his feet running.
No metaphor for the delicious morsels of childhood.

Yooness Tooness.

Now I am Megchop to my four year old grandchild.
When I am told “Fauna Tourtella” (Italian?)
Means “There are faces in the trees that see”,
I have google and I can be ready with many replies,
Even though I am Ser del año de la pera,
To be from the year of the pear.

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