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Apr 07
Hey there 🙂
It was Eldest’s birthday today, and the Na/GloPoWriMo prompt decided to run with this nicely:
Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem of gifts and joy. What would you give yourself, if you could have anything? What would you give someone else?
Happy writing!
Youngest’s birthday was only eight days ago.
I get sentimental at this time of year, I warn you now…the start of the poem is Eldest’s answer to “what would you like for your birthday if you could have anything?” while he was talking about his X-Box adventures 😉
“Sixty-four emeralds!” – said with a grin
(For Minecraft – it’s all ‘invent’ry’ will fit in)
Why did I not know that all we’d to do
Was ‘dig’ him up a shiny green thing or two?!
I wish that my joy could be bought with such ease –
I’m standing here mourning that time is a thief,
And I’m wishing this handsome young man with bed-hair
Could somehow rewind a few years…it’s not fair!
Though, better still, please the capacity
To visit myself in my uncertainty
In each parenting stage (once at last I am wise)
With assurances, hugs – more rational eyes.
It would be nice to think in my quiet old age
I could comfort my young self, sow peace through my days;
That the next time I felt like collapsing in sobs,
I’d be at my own shoulder,
whisp’ring softly:
“Good job…!”
I am getting this up on the blog at a ridiculously wee hour of the morning, so I must dash, but I’ll be back later for day eight. Ciao for now!
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Apr 05
Hi!
A foray into the villanelle style was one of the three suggestions to get me crafting today’s poem. Not an easy task, but I had a bash at it!
The site says:
The classic villanelle has five three-line stanzas followed by a final, four-line stanza. The first and third lines of the first stanza alternately repeat as the last lines of the following three-line stanzas, before being used as the last two lines of the final quatrain.
I also found it described as having a rhyme scheme of: A1bA2 abA1 abA2 abA1 abA2 abA1A2 on Wikipedia, where the capital A stands for a repeated refrain, and the number after each signifies which of the two it is…
I went for the version that has 10 syllables to a line, too.
Anyway, all this complicated stuff can be explained better by just getting to the poem! So here goes:
I cannot run, also I cannot kill.
This conundrum – it haunts my waking hours.
Why’s every word they say so freaking shrill?
To stay civil is taking all my skill,
All I want’s ten minutes in the shower.
I cannot run, also I cannot kill.
 Our two having a Lego superhero adventure together on the X-Box (semi-amicably) “I can’t make brothers disappear at will…”
(Thank the lord our tablet still has power)
Why’s every word they say so freaking shrill?!
“I do not have a magic wand or pill.”
“Don’t make that face at me, your milk will sour.”
I cannot run!! Also: I cannot kill.
“Get down from there! No jumping off the ‘sills!”
“Flatulence is not your superpower…”
Whyyyyyyy’s every word they say so freaking shrill…?!
Their hearts and tummies never seem to fill,
I feel one day they’ll all of me devour.
I cannot run. Also, I cannot kill.
WHY’S EVERY WORD THEY SAY SO FREAKING SHRIIIIIIIIIILL??!!!
Did I mention that the kids were on holiday this week and next?! 😀
Hope you got a giggle or two out of today’s poem (I like the superpower line!!), and I’ll hopefully be back soon with tomorrow’s offering 😉
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Apr 03
Hi 🙂
Today I decided to revisit the (double) Tetractys style of poem, using both today’s prompt from the Global/National Poetry Writing Month site and the nine words Randomlists’ generator gave me.
I like a challenge…
To explain: I wrote a series of 40-syllable 10-line verses (with a syllable layout of 1,2,3,4,10,10,4,3,2,1) around the theme of a story that unfolds over a long-ish time period and incorporates the words below!!
As
Always
These are her
Habitual
Army of thoughts: negative troops of pain
Hop between recollections, turning her
Neuroscience
Toxic. Her
Friendships
Stale.
There
Was once
This lovely
Man, one kid each,
A comfortable house…but inside she
Would compare unfavourably, always
Sure happiness
Was just a
Fatal
Boast.
The
Children
Grew anxious
The man: distant.
She would judge herself harshly but still strive
To paddle against their tide; switch comfort
For perfection,
Teamwork for
Solo
Ire.
Proud
In a
Tight way (for
Failure could loom)
She stored up stories to keep them humble;
Baked and gave. Inauthentically kind.
Good manners with
Smile plastered;
Practiced
Act.
‘Grand’
Kids bore
Grander ones,
That seldom greet
This lonely figure in her scrubbed box, with
More windows than walls. She dusts their framed smiles
By the mountain
She’ll traverse
Before
Sleep.
Hopefully you like what I came up with, and it makes sense…!
Take care, and I’ll catch you tomorrow 🙂
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Apr 02
Hey there!
Ok, we are on the second day of Global/National Poetry Writing Month!
On the site, participants have been challenged to write a poem that culminates in a question.
I thought it was time to face the Jimpix generator again – it always makes me enquire about the
meanings of words,
ask myself how the heck I make a cohesive narrative from the fodder it throws up,
seek interesting ways to cobble together sentences and forage for the sense in the chaos…
(I have learned that ‘gewgaw’ means ‘a (particularly useless) showy thing’,which tickled me)
He showed me a new gewgaw
Auntie had seen fit to buy
(I need more tat festering
Like a large thorn in my eye)
Her ploy had worked, however:
‘Waylon cuddles’ had ensued
(He rifled through her handbag
With his free hand, which was rude)
Picking through the hovel-y mess
Past Ruscles with his bone,
I then tried to serve dinner (and
Placate my rage hormones)
Husband appeared: the magic sis
Hastening his commute.
Raucous chat over parsnips,
(A floor filthy from his boots)
This man, that boy, this avalanche
Of ‘joy’…!
My brain disjoints.
I wear this weighty wedding ring –
But wonder: what’s the point?
I got a flash of an open-plan living/dining room and a newly-wed woman with PMT trying to entertain – totally at the end of her tether and regretting tying herself into being a wife/step-mum/sister in law…
Where would you have gone with this word selection?!
See you tomorrow 😉
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Apr 01
Hiya 🙂
The optional prompt for NaPoWriMo today is to write instructions in a poem.
In my usual way, I have decided to consult the universe and ask it to…instruct?…me by means of a random word generator. Today I used Textfixer. It appeared to have a rather vicious agenda to begin with…!
If you want to woo me,
Don’t make each conversation a bloodsport.
Don’t escalate my voice to fever pitch,
As I bare each tooth
And scatter my fragile jigsaw under your menacing glare.
Trying to account
For the irregular edges
Takes all my energy.
Forever missing something,
A capsule erroneously opened.
This ‘white whale‘
That eludes even itself.
Tempt me in
With the fizz of your intellect;
Praise my efforts
To disguise how convertible
I know your fickle pleasure boat to be.
Does this read as instructions, or just commands?! Spot the mixed metaphors too…!
No matter: that’s the first ‘official’ April 2019 poem done and dusted! Hurrah!
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Sep 17
The Phoenix Leaf
Which part is dying?
Which should I keep buried?
And for how long?
Is it true
what she said
in that office?
Its windows
Too high to reach comfortably.
With a baby nestled
Into my chest
I told the truth about my pain.
She confirmed it was needed;
That to lose it
Would unravel the whole.
As if under the shroud
I am nothing:
I only burn bright
Due to my incandescent rage.
When it takes me
It’s part of the plan:
Look how beautifully we merge.
Aug 31
Hey 🙂
Today I turned to Randomlists to whet my sludgy thoughts:
I make but a small mark
On this immense world;
My faint shows of heart
To date may not seem important.
Each feeble victory:
Another load dried
Another few words scribed
May seem ripe to wipe
From the tome of history.
But, though I perspire
On a small stage,
Cowering in creature comforts;
My pinions on each side
Are growing strong.
See you soon 😉
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Aug 30
Hi!
I was not inspired to write anything by my journal prompt today, so I asked Textfixer for some fodder instead.
I then wrote two similar poems, following my usual rules for each. Which do you think works the best?
1.
In twelve more years,
There’ll be two decades’ worth
Of fermentation
Spilling over laptop screens,
Peeking out of bookshelves.
My sugar turning bitter:
‘Forbidden’ activity
Producing wealth at last.
The ultimate prank:
“Push forth life, take care of it,
Be the officer of its welfare;
Laser focus on the important
And find inner peace”
Many a frustrated cadaver
Would expound
(If allowed voice)
On how this is not real life.
2.
In twelve years:
Two decades mum.
What fermentation will I see?
If all is kept forbidden –
My sugar starved of oxygen –
A dark red run
Acidic and thin?
The prank of the push –
Motherhood:
The arresting officer of motivation,
Energy,
Identity,
Time.
My head full of laser scars:
Focus obliterated the inner world
With each task ticked off.
This walking cadaver
Stinks up every conversation;
Blue–lipped, slack–limbed
And hungry for brains.
I’m plumping for the second one 😉
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Jul 22
Hello 🙂
Under this date, in Hannah Braime’s book, I was asked to journal about a cyclical pattern in my life that I wanted to change. From that, came this:
I hear tick, tick, tick
As you pick, pick, pick –
All this freaking yarn
From your pet sheep farm –
And my entrails fall
In a colourful mess
For all to see
As resentment nests.
I get so tired
Leaden feet mired,
No rope in sight
(Though I’m wound so tight
That this last word might
Make my dark ignite…)
Incandescent rage
Burning up the page…
Hidden ‘midst a book
In some shady nook…
But: “I can’t sit still
Feeding off this swill
For one more day
While the rest make hay!”
So: I upped and ran
Built another sham
In a different place
(Much to my disgrace)
‘til I fell awake,
Pointed out the fake,
Summoned up the clear
To banish my fears.
So, if you hear me now
On this frequency:
We should forge ahead
Campaign ceaselessly
For our right to say
Our truth easily,
Sort out all our wrongs
And live peaceably.
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[I am currently journaling (and writing poems) around prompts from The Year Of You: 365 Journal Writing Prompts For Creative Self Discovery by Hannah Braime – Kindle ASIN: B076Z6Y5L9]
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Jul 21
Hello!
I accept
I’m inept
(And a genius)
I accept
That I’ve kept
Too much back.
I accept
That you’ve wept
And I’ve rejoiced.
I accept
Things are swept
Out of reach.
I’ll improve:
Get my groove,
Turn this corner.
I’ll improve –
This interfluve
Will soon flood.
I’ll improve,
Worn smooth
By the waters.
I’ll improve:
Every move
Well thought-out.
The above came up when my journal prompt probed how I juggle self-acceptance and improvement. It’s a mind bending question, because it is so tempting to see our flaws instead of crediting how far down the road we have come already, and honouring the journey appropriately.
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[I am currently journaling (and writing poems) around prompts from The Year Of You: 365 Journal Writing Prompts For Creative Self Discovery by Hannah Braime – Kindle ASIN: B076Z6Y5L9]
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