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“Today, I’d like to challenge you to write your own poem that provides five answers to the same question – without ever specifically identifying the question that is being answered.”[From:Day Eighteen (napowrimo.net)]
I am asked a specific question a lot in my role as mum and homemaker and general nostalgic/romantic/sentimental peep, so that is the one I chose.
I
It’s part of me,
Part of the before-yous,
It knows that after here
The plot lines started being rewritten
By all the not-me characters.
It’s original, and curling in on itself,
The way I should have done.
It’s a beacon,
It’s an anchor,
It’s worth more than its sum.
II
We’ve all sat on an older knee
With patterned cloth we still can see
Inside our cosiest of dreams;
And sang a favoured song, or three.
A childhood sense of peace and glee
Is found in traditions, for me.
III
Hello children
Please do tell
The news of yonder
Hill and dell;
Delight me with your warm embraces,
Funny lines and shiny faces
Fill my head with grit and glory,
My ears are yours for thrilling stories!
Never will you be this young
And I am aging faster,
So let me wrap you in my arms
And tend your wounds with plasters.
IV
See here, the faint whiff of memory clings
To the curly letters of my name.
I will never receive new samples
Of this particular swirl
Upon my sunny doormat.
Will never again prompt those postal hugs
By saying something slightly melancholy
Down a phone attached to a wall.
V
You’re walking,
Or changing the radio station,
Or just rolling your eyes
At the ‘neediness’
And refusing to turn.
But I’m still up here, waving,
Til your back,
Or the car,
Is well out of sight.
I love you 😊
This morning was very special because Youngest came in to see me after his breakfast just before 9am (Hubby had just got up, I had gone to bed very late and was awake but still in that lazy frame of mind) then snuggled in beside me, gave me a big cuddle and promptly fell asleep! Well, this rarely happens these days with the boys getting older and usually having a fuller agenda, so I got comfy and went back to sleep, too! It was a lovely way to mark the last day of the Easter holidays 🙂
I hope you’ve all had a fab Easter weekend, and I’ll be back here tomorrow for Day 19!
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So I did the brainstorming as detailed in the prompt’s link above, picked a thought that surprised me, then sat down and wrote the below:
With a hollow kind of bark
He emerges from the dark:
Gave me quite a start, that doggie did!
His tail began to rock
And, reeling from my shock,
I wondered where his furriness was hid!
Bone dog,
Bone dog,
Alabaster-tone dog
Why are you scurrying here?
Bone dog,
Bone dog,
Wait, I’ll get my phone, dog
This could be the selfie of the year!
Yes, I had a wee tune going in my head as I wrote it and everything – I’m sure some of you involuntarily made one up as you read it, too 😉 love a wee nonsense rhyme!
The thought that surprised me was the dog from this children’s cartoon popping into my head:
Spaghetti junctions galore in my bonce, I tell ya!!
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It is Day 16 of NaPoWriMo, and the prompt on the site asked me to write a ‘curtal sonnet’. As usual, I went and found an explanation for myself so I knew what I was getting into:
“Gerard Manley Hopkins invented the curtal sonnet in the 19th century. The poem consists of 10 lines written in iambic pentameter and a final line consisting of a single spondee (or foot consisting of two long or stressed syllables).” [from:Curtal Sonnet: Poetic Forms – Writer’s Digest (writersdigest.com)]
The above then went on to say that the rhyming scheme was abc abc dbcdc.
I needed a bit more focus still, so I employed the good ol’ random word generator trick 😉
I hiss, then bite you ‘til you’re on the ground. b
(When in a shady corner, floof my hair.) c
It’s plain I am the boss, your fossil creaks! d
My wrist could murder you with scarce a sound b
You, frail human, are so feebly prepared, c
What ‘owner’ constantly skimps on the treats?! d
Take care… c
I feel I did cheat just a little bit there, as I switched the order of a couple of the words I got from the generator (and also made one a plural) but I managed to wedge in ten 10 syllable lines, 9 random words, the correct rhyming scheme and that spondee (whilst sticking to a theme)…so I’d call that a win!!
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So, as usual, I went to the NaPo site for my prompt:
“This one may seem counter-intuitive, but today I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about something you have absolutely no interest in.” [Day Fifteen (napowrimo.net)]
This was quite hard because I spend a lot of my life Googling random things, most recently to write these poems! I did think of something eventually, however. (Apologies to my Dad, right off the bat…):-
Oh, I tolerate most things that are not cricket:
I have learned a bit about “footie”
And pensions, and art journals,
And computers, and quilling,
And (of course) David Bowie.
I’ve splashed about some watercolours
(Duelled my boys using hake brushes)
Collected needles of many kinds and
Lots of coloured crochet hooks.
I’ll dip into a wide range of magazines and books,
Research conditions and symptoms others have mentioned,
Listen to motivational speakers and brand-new podcasts,
Play many types of games.
I’m all for exploring things with my mind,
And learning about injustice, and which country is being nice to whom,
But Cricket is not my cup of tea, I’m afraid.
Howzat for a sticky wicket, eh?
I hope you’ve all had a lovely day today, getting to do things that you like knowing about 😊
It’s pretty late so I’m going to scoot, but I’m proud of myself for getting to the halfway point in another NaPo! See you tomorrow!
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My true day has been a little mixed, but I was sitting in my bedroom looking out on the antics of various birds in the evening sunshine, so I decided to give it a go…
Five by five
It’s good to be alive!
There’s tea in our cups
And we’re not giving up;
It’s a blue sky day,
And everything’s okay,
So smile,
smile,
smile.
I hope your day has been a good one? I can hear the above being a radio jingle or something…
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Yesterday, I challenged you to write a poem about a very large thing. Today, I’d like you to invert your inspiration, and write a poem about a very small thing. [Day Twelve (napowrimo.net)]
What I came up with was also smaller in length than some of my other poems!
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“Following up on yesterday’s love poem, I have for you another deceptively simple challenge. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about a very large thing. It could be a mountain or a blue whale or a skyscraper or a planet or…” [Day Eleven (napowrimo.net)]
and I had a wee think to myself…
Hi, Society!
Always searching for credit
From those who would edit,
And flound’ring for praises
From people in stasis.
Et-Er-Ni-Ties feeling worse
In a curse-driven hearse
That careens to the deep…
All their bitter words seep
Through the membrane of ‘she’
To the soul.
Best to flee,
Casting good deeds aside.
Well now!
Hide their goodbyes
In the brain: ‘til the stain of their dissonant pain
Twists up things ‘she’ would do;
‘Til the blatant untruths
And shame-filled once-games
Become torments again.
Rinse and repeat.
Never vote with your feet!
Plant now your seat
At the next meet and greet!
Don’t Panic
Blue planet
Don’t panic
We won’t stick around.
You can annihilate us
Till we fertilise your ground.
Blue planet
Don’t panic
Yes, we all have plans;
But you still hold the aces,
(Diamonds!)
Club us where we stand!
Hopefully you can tell from the above that the two ‘large’ things I decided to write about were social anxiety and climate change!
Take care of yourselves, and I’ll be back tomorrow for Day 12 🙂
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