Like I should – Day Six – #NaPoWriMo24

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Good Evening 😉

 

The prompt for Day 6 resulted in me again poking at the idea of ‘identity’. I was nudged to:

“…write a poem rooted in “weird wisdom,” by which we mean something objectively odd that someone told you once, and that has stuck with you ever since” [from here]

 

“People who ask don’t get!” they said

To small (sweet-addict) me.

I fixed my eyes on them and tried

Some loud telepathy.

 

I soon found versions of that phrase

Would pile up at my door;

My label of ‘too much’ was borne

(I tried to suppress more…).

 

I smiled, and people-pleased a lot,

And hoped they’d understand

That I was worthy of the things

I secretly had planned.

 

I felt the sting when others weren’t

Mind-readers – but I tried

To stifle all beseeching and

Just keep my hopes inside.

 

Until I finally was DONE,

And started giving voice

To all my needs and wants alike

(Cos adults have that choice)

 

I take up space, I stand up proud,

Even when I’m afraid!

(I recognise my folly, back

When I longed for their praise).

 

Can any of my readers relate?!

Take care, and do come back and visit tomorrow 😉

 

Monty X

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Muggins – Day Five – #NaPoWriMo24

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Greetings!

 

Here we are on Day 5 of this year’s NaPo!

Maureen’s prompt said:

“Today, we’d like you to start by taking a look at Alicia Ostriker’s poem, The Blessing of the Old Woman, the Tulip, and the Dog.” Now try your hand at writing your own poem about how a pair or trio of very different things would perceive of a blessing or, alternatively, how these very different things would think of something else (luck, grief, happiness, etc).” [from here]

 

“A mug, you see’s,

Happiest when he

(Or she) is seen,

Treated carefully.

 

That rough machine

Just dulls my sheen –

Efficiency’s

Not kind to me:

 

My print gets worn,

My paint forlorn:

Identity

Stripped thoroughly.

 

I squeak and gleam –

But all that means…?

Conformity

Is leaching ‘ME’!”

 

The woman nodded, stepping back,

She knew too well that cruel attack!

“Arundel tomb” she whispered, (thinking:

Larkin’s oft-viewed couple’s linking!)

Her own bones squeaked and creaked, were ‘weird’

From too much grinding in ‘their’ gears;

Attempted washing of her mind

Had dulled her pure, creative line.

Her ‘handle’, too, felt weak and wrest,

Escape seemed fantastic at best…

 

“I’m sorry” said she, to the mug,

“I shall not place you in that fug,

I shall not throw you in the dark

And close the door.  Machines embark

On sanitising all your quirks,

Making you feel like you held dirt

Inside your vessel.  So, indeed!

I will, from now on, pay more heed

To how I treat you, unique clay.

I’ve learned a lesson, here, today.”

 

The mug sighed deep,

A tear did seep,

But uttered he nary a peep;

Just gestured to the waiting kettle

So he and she could both then settle.

 

Maybe the above is not quite what the prompt asked for, but it was at least inspired by it 😉

My poem went through a few incarnations, and I always seem to have the poems I studied at school and Uni bubbling up.  The one I referred to today is here:

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47594/an-arundel-tomb

and it was Larkin’s “washing at their identity” line, and the idea that what others see or remember won’t necessarily be who you are/were (as it is (usually) not you who ultimately gets to tell your story) that made me include it.  I do think that Larkin’s conclusion is more upbeat than the way one may take the end of my poem, however!

But, dear reader, I’ll away – and leave this for posterity… 😉

Take care, and I’ll hopefully ‘see’ you back here tomorrow.

 

Monty X

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Amphibicurious – Day Four – #NaPoWriMo24

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Hello!!

 

How are you all? 🙂

The link for today’s prompt on the NaPoWriMo site has my most seen lucky number in it! The number 412 follows me around and, according to the internet, it means my angels are watching over me and encouraging me to forge ahead with my dreams – and I’m to trust my instincts 😉 I have wanted to be a writer for 40 years now…sooo…!!

Speaking of weird facts:

“Our (optional) prompt for the day challenges you to write a poem in which you take your title or some language/ideas from The Strangest Things in the World. First published in 1958, the book gives shortish descriptions of odd natural phenomena, and is notable for both its author’s turn of phrase and intermittently dubious facts” [from: https://www.napowrimo.net/day-four-12/]

I scrolled down this curiosity, and read the part on ‘Frog Versatility’ that tells us about the different noises from,  and diversity of, Brazilian frogs. The below, sung to the tune of “Skip To My Loo”, popped into my head:

 

Frogs, frogs:

Swarming in a tree;

Frogs, frogs:frog sitting on a leaf, sheltered from the rain by another leaf

Singing to me;

Frogs, frogs:

Brazil’s cuties –

Like: Hy-la-bypunc-ta-ta

 

 

LOL, as they say!! (People that is, not frogs…though maybe we just haven’t discovered ‘lol frogs’ yet?!)

And ooooonwaaards to Day 5!

 

Monty X

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Caw! Caw! Kafka! – Day Three – #NaPoWriMo24

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Hiya 😉

 

Day three of #NaPoWriMo24 already!

The prompt said…

Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a surreal prose poem. For inspiration, check out Franz Kafka’s collection of short parables (my favorite is “The Green Dragon”).  [from here]

So, I wrote:

I watched a YouTube clip about a crow. A crow who had befriended a boy of about two. I was in duel minds, the poles divided between awe and bird-flu ‘risks’ (not to mention a sharp beak in eye sockets, or the sampling of succulent little digits, as if they were worms). Rambunctious toddler with a raucous Corvid, cawing and hopping, both looking happier than a fictitious Larry.

picture of a hooded crow

I soon started to smile.

The comments gave me other stories of crow companionship; crow-operation, if you will. My polarised mind started meeting once more, safe in the knowledge this new information would soon fall (in formation) into a conversation; accruing a crowing of my own.

 

I took my inspiration from the cuteness in this here short.

Caw-tch you guys later, for Day 4! 😉

 

Monty X

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The Processer Of Words – Day Two – #NaPoWriMo24

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Good Day to you!

 

The second prompt of the month has been posted on the NaPoWriMo site to whet my noodled noggin:

“Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a platonic love poem. In other words, a poem not about a romantic partner, but some other kind of love – your love for your sister, or a friend, or even your love for a really good Chicago deep dish pizza. The poem should be written directly to the object of your affections (like a letter is written to “you”), and should describe at least three memories of you engaging with that person/thing.”

There are so many people…but an item of software stood on the desk of my mind and flung its hand the highest…

*shrugs*

 

An essay of three thousand words

starts with

a single forehead struck ‘gainst random keys.

 

Your cursoring can blink out whole thought-streams

ripe for the tweaking;

or freeze a hot love scene

indefinitely.a plethora of alphatbet beads: white beads with black letters

 

Wooooord, man!

How many nights have we wrapped ourselves in prayer,

and faced down a deadline –

as if hope alone

can skitter ‘cross the ‘board?

 

“Wrought writing: righting wrongs of the wright writer…”

(This wood pulp bends to thy print)

 

The whistles and grunts as you birthed dissertation reams,

The fun we’ve had…!

High-fiving each other as each Wonky 1k becomes shared history.

The way you’ve grown from bulky displays

to happily nestling in my trusting palm –

The overcast days you’ve been the only light in my eyes,

Beckoning forth my waning resolve.

 

You underlined my misspelt youth,

and continue to correct my courses to this day.

You hold the fonts to much knowledge,

and show affection writ large.

 

Yes, that’s correct: I know it has its annoying traits (as we all do) and its yearly fees are extortionate now, but I’ve had a fondness for Microsoft Word as a study/writing companion since Windows ’95 days 😉

 

How do you other writers out there organise your thoughts when you want to upgrade from the off-line scribblings, and make things more…legible?  Have you a different digital tool that you find works best for you?  Let me know in the comments!

 

Catch you tomorrow!

 

Monty X

 

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A Novel Take – Day One – #NaPoWriMo2024

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Hellooooo there, my lovely readers!!

 

Another April has dawned: busy and  in the school holidays… 😉 so I’ll jump right in with Maureen’s prompt from the NaPoWriMo site:

“Today, we’d like to challenge you to write – without consulting the book – a poem that recounts the plot, or some portion of the plot, of a novel that you remember having liked but that you haven’t read in a long time.”

One immediately sprang to mind, and said mind conjured a lot of images with it…I had flashes of the stairwell, for some reason, so I wonder if this book was made into a film I have watched, too? Or if the cover had a good picture on it…?  Phrases and scenes also came back to me quickly… I really should re-read it!

As I give away the plot here, I will put the name of the book muuuuch further down, so only those who don’t mind spoilers can see it (and those who think they recognise it from my descriptions can check if they’re right!)

 

Making unlikely friends,

With soap-coping around bed bugs,

I live in a letter.

Cradling my growing belly

And my secrets;

Turning from the white coat death

Toward bravery.

silhouette of pregnant lady

No man can truly claim me.

 

These friends fortify –

I gather my offspring

(And my hope-spring)

To my heart.

 

All due to shared stories,

And trust forged through walls:

Je suis retournée chez mes parents

 

Who knew how this missive should end?

 

Sound familiar at all?!

Take care, and I’ll catch you tomorrow!

 

Monty X

 

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[Book: The L-shaped Room by Lynn Reid Banks]

Retraction  – #NaPoWriMo23 – Day 30

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Hiya 🙂

The last day of NaPoWriMo has dawned again…*sniff*

I have really enjoyed it this year – a trip down memory lane with the prompts, and the humour that has brought up for me – thank you to Maureen Thorson at the site for twenty years of this community and for giving me a challenge that definitely gets me thinking every April!

This was our final prompt:

Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a palinode – a poem in which you retract a view or sentiment expressed in an earlier poem. For example, you might pick a poem you drafted earlier in the month and write a poem that contradicts or troubles it. This could be an interesting way to start working on a series of related poems. Alternatively, you could play around with the idea of a palinode by writing a poem in which the speaker says something like “I take it back” or otherwise abandons a prior position within the single poem.” [From here]

 

I looked back at some of my poetry from 2018 (my first NaPo ever) and came across this one about two brothers:

https://acomfykindofrestless.com/cross-words-napowrimo-2/

The younger brother in the above poem was grateful to his sibling, and looked up to him.  I then wondered how things would progress as they grew (now we’re six years down the line, and everything).

 

I take it back, Jake’s NOT my friend

He pokes and prods me with no end!

I used to love being his bro

He always had my back – no more!

He’ll tell you I’M annoying, but

I can’t do nuffin’, or he tuts!

Like High School’s cool and he’s the King

I work harder and everything!

He never lets me use his stuff

Or join his games – I’ve had enough!

I’ve a good mind to tell that Jo

he wants her phone number! And oh

the things I know! The dirt I keep!

Jake should be losing major sleep.

I swear to God I’m past my limit

One pic on Snapchat….

drop him in it…

 

And that’s a wrap, folks!! 30 poems written in a month (even if I didn’t always manage to get them up on my blog within the allotted days…) it always feels a bit weird when I leave April behind. 

Thank to to all those who have been on the journey with me this year, I’ve enjoyed your comments and encouragement, and of course the poetry I have read from other participants, as always 😊

Usually I write something here about hoping to be back on my blog in the next week etc – then somehow manage to toddle off into the sunset and only return for April poetry month again…so I’m not making any promises this year.  What I will say, however, is that I wrote a very ambitious plan for this year and writing (plus drawing) was definitely heavily featured for the darker months, so I’m optimistic 😉 I’ve also paid up this blog’s hosting etc until December 2024, so that’s also a good wee incentive!

Look after yourselves, keep doing what makes your heart happy, and I will endeavor to find my way back here before the year is out! (Subscribe to the blog if you want to be notified when I do wander past 😉)

Big hugs! Take care!

 

Monty X

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On An Old Friend– #NaPoWriMo23 – Day 29

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Howdy!

For Day 29 I had to turn my thoughts to the treat cupboard:

“Start by reading Alberto Rios’s poem “Perfect for Any Occasion.” Now, write your own two-part poem that focuses on a food or type of meal. At some point in the poem, describe the food or meal as if it were a specific kind of person. Give the food/meal at least one line of spoken dialogue.” [From here]

 

1.

The late Choco and I were friends with the best secrets.

He would share himself with me

more than I’d known before,

celebrate and commiserate in equal measure –

would show up unannounced sometimes,

just to twirl me up inside

and give me a boost.

 

My friends loved him too, and he was generous with his attentions,

but he and I had an understanding that

I was the one he lived with the most.

 

2.

Life moved on, and we accepted that

we became different people,

met different people…

“A bit of time out will do us good, ripple into the rest of our lives, keep things interesting”

He’d whisper into my hair.

I knew those girls were younger,

their bodies able to revel all night like him –

but I still craved his scent

in my weaker moments.

 

Now, galaxies apart,  it’s becoming easier to evade his ghost.

No man’s sugar

is worth flaking on life for.

 

I’m obviously not bitter at all about giving up all brown chocolate, then…

How many referrals to different types of chocolate bar did you spot?! It will be easier for those in the UK, admittedly, but to give everyone an equal footing, I’ll leave these links for you 😉

Here, here, here annnnd here!

Pop in the comments how many you think are there and I’ll let you know if you’ve found them all! 

Monty X

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The Quantum Mechanic Gets Serious  – #NaPoWriMo23 – Day 28

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Boo!

It is Day 28! Our prompt guru, Maureen Thorson, said:

“Today, I challenge you to write your own index poem. You could start with found language from an actual index, or you could invent an index, somewhat in the style of this poem by Kell Connor. Happy writing!” [from here ]

I picked this slice of index yumminess from my Audible app’s Particle Physics for Non-Physicists by Stephen Pollock (for ‘The Great Courses’).  I liked the look of Chapter 5’s title 😉

 

THE QUANTUM MECHANIC GETS SERIOUS

 

Away with your myopic, macroscopic mania, mate!

The details are delightful, don’tcha know?

We wave you off

From our friends

And you start reminiscing about the old days.

Just get yourself a cat

If you’re wigged out.

 

Was it you or me who left this spanner here?

 

Anyone else want to exclaim “IT’S GREASED LIGHTNING” after the first two ‘M’ words in the first line…? Just me…? 😀

(If the poem doesn’t even make sense to Physics peeps, I apologise – I haven’t actually listened to all the course yet…)

Now there are only two more days of NaPoWriMo 2023 to go!! Whaaaat?!

 

Monty X

 

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The Donkey of Self Doubt – #NaPoWriMo23 – Day 27

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How Do?!

Another backdated beauty for Day 27, I’m afraid: this April is the fullest month! (Hang on…that’s almost poetic…)

So this is what I had to work with:

“Today, begin by reading Bernadette Mayer’s poem “The Lobelias of Fear.” Now write your own poem titled “The ________ of ________,” where the first blank is a very particular kind of plant or animal, and the second blank is an abstract noun. The poem should contain at least one simile that plays on double meanings or otherwise doesn’t quite make “sense,” and describe things or beings from very different times or places as co-existing in the same space.” [from here]

I conveniently wrote the title to this in the process of messing around with all the complex prompt-stipulations for my poem for Day 8 😉 I may have borrowed a few other things from that poem, too…


Susan,
The Donkey of Self-Doubt,
brays from across the wibbly water
and dares the rabbit
to stop chasing himself,
and hop towards her.
But Susan knows Mr Bunny’s secrets…


Like a horcrux
hoping not to be slain,
Susan does hee-haw
to tempt bravery after that.
It does not behoove her
to play fair;
her subtle plague starts
as if she cares,
asking him questions about his health,
letting him rabbit on –
reminding himself how weak he is.
(Her insincere appraisal of his soliloquy
driving those bolts through his neck)

Prometheus sighs and watches his fire
exit the eyes.
Somewhere an eagle clicks his beak
in anticipation.

And Susan,
satisfied no swimming
will be accomplished today,
gives her big donkey grin
and makes sure to graze
on the greener pasture
by the water’s edge.



Weird enough for ya?! 

See you back here soon…

 

Monty X


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