The Answer, My Friend… – #NaPoWriMo23 – Day 16

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Hi!

I struggled with the prompt for Day 16:

“I challenge you to write a poem that involves describing something in terms of what it is not, or not like.” [from here]

After a few attempts at describing other intangible things, I settled on the below.

 

I am not made to be still,
Or seen,
Or tamed.
I may not be gentle
Or properly predictable.
Nothing can defend against me
When I am angry.
You will not find me under a microscope
Don’t trust me to fly with you
With respect.

 

Let’s hope Day 17’s prompt inspires me more 😉 see you there…

 

Monty X

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Who You Calling Punk? – #NaPoWriMo23 – Day 15

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Hiya 🙂

“Begin by reading June Jordan’s “Notes on the Peanut.” Now, think of a person – real or imagined – who has been held out to you as an example of how to be of live, but who you have always had doubts about. Write a poem that exaggerates the supposedly admirable qualities of the person in a way that exposes your doubts.” Said Maureen Thorson on the NaPo site for Day 15.

I was listening to punk rock on a random Spotify playlist last night, and wrote the poem before lunchtime (though only posting now) so I wrote to a beat in my head and ended up with a kind of ‘chorusy’ repeating bit, too 😉 I keep hearing the tune (an amalgamation of the ones I was listening to) when I read it, so I’m not sure if it works as a ‘proper’ poem, but meh *shrugs*.

 

I leap out of bed on the first ring

(Can’t sleep past 6 for anything)

Minimal home, yeah I can’t wait

To find ten more things I can donate

 

“Messy home, messy mind,

Messy life all the time”

How can anyone be

Any diff’rent to me?

 

All of our meals from our pantry

Always on top of the laundry

Clipping coupons, strict planning

Vegetable gardens and canning

 

“Messy home, messy mind,

Messy life all the time”,

Why can’t everyone see

That they’re being lazy?

 

Home schooled kids often out playing

Set times for reading and praying

Chores evenly spread among the

Bright, polite kids – they’re happy. 

 

“Messy home, messy mind

Messy life all the time!!”

How can anyone be

Tot’lly diff’rent to me?

 

I flog a course now, I’ll help you

Discipline yourself, break through:

I’ll send the ad to your email –

“400 dollars! You won’t fail!”

 

“Messy home, messy mind

Messy life all the time!!”

 

You’re tot’lly diff’rent to me

So just live ‘n’ let be 😉

 

So that’s the halfway mark zipped past!  Hopefully I’ll keep my steam going for the next 15 days…meet you back here tomorrow! 

 

Monty X

 

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Stepping Out – #NaPoWriMo23 – Day 14

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Hey 🙂

It’s Day 14 of NaPoWriMo!! I’ve caught up 😛

“Today, I challenge you to write a parody or satire based on a famous poem…take a favorite (or unfavorite) poem of the past, and see if you can’t re-write it on humorous, mocking, or sharp-witted lines.” [from here]

I did make myself guffaw a little too much while ‘fouling up’ Lord Byron’s first verse to She Walks In Beauty 😀 (I add a warning here that there is one, particularly Scottish-sounding, rude word in there…)

 

She steps in doody, and her plight

Of grassy kerb and woeful cry’s

All that’s infernal with the night:

Its disrespect and scornful eyes

Thus amplified by smelly s**te,

Avoidance of which heaven denies.

 

I kept the sounds at the end of the lines, the rhyming scheme and also the syllable count, so hopefully it works for you. 

Here is Byron’s original verse if you want to compare 😉

 

“She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.”

 

So, I only made a few changes…!

Tomorrow is half way through NaPoWriMo, which seems crazy. Catch you then…

 

Monty X

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On Mothering – #NaPoWriMo23 – Day 13

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Hello 🙂

“Now, try writing a short poem (or a few, if you’re inspired) that follows the beats of a classic joke. Emphasize the interplay between the form of the poem – such as the line breaks – and the punchline.” [from here]

 

Motherhood:

The season where

You add weight to the little things;

And lots of little things,

In their turn,

Tip the scales for you.

 

Take the above as you will 😉

 

Onwards, to Day 14! Where is this month going?!

 

Monty X

 

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Parroty – #NaPoWriMo23 – Day 12

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Hi!

“Today, I challenge you to write a poem that addresses itself or some aspect of its self” [from here]

So, for Day 12 I wrote the first thing that popped into my head:

 

Pretty poem

Preeee-tty  poem

Whatcha doin’ doin’ doin’,

HUH??

Hugo huffed hugely

Hugo! Hugo!

Pretty poetry parrot

Pray pretty prickly proud prude.

No one understands you!

Do you even care?

Huffy, huffy, Hugo

Huffy, fluffy, scruffy, Hugo

Want a sunflower seed?

Silly sausage, soppy silly sausage

Give us a silly song.

You want out your cage?

Hello Hugo,

Hello, hello,

Fluffy fellow.

Scruffy fluffy.

Where’ve you gone?

 

Nonsense, eh?! See what too much decluttering and having the kids about for over a week has done to me?!

I’m even having to backdate this post (and probably my offering for Day 13…) as I am struggling to manage my days properly over here.   Never mind, I always miss everyone when we get back into the school routines, so a little tardiness against the backdrop of more boy cuddles and chat is not a calamity really 😉

Back soon…!

 

Monty X

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Cute Calamity – #NaPoWriMo23 – Day 11

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Hiya 😊

It’s Day 11 already!

“This prompt challenges you to play around with the idea of overheard language. First, take a look at Naomi Shihab Nye’s poem “One Boy Told Me.”…Now,  write a poem that takes as its starting point something overheard that made you laugh, or something someone told you once that struck you as funny.” [from here]

 

“…an’ I fell oder

An’ I hurt my knee…

An’ it’s my favrit knee, you know?”

The big brown eyes tilt up,

With trust – complete conviction

That I’m going to make it better.

I watch as the little hands scrabble

To proffer the bloodied scratch,

And I ask if I can kiss

A patch just underneath.

The smile is instant,

Delighted,

There’s a small giggle as I

Plant my lips to undamaged soft skin.

Then we hunt for a plaster

And both grimace as we quickly dab

With a medicated wipe

Before the covering.

He takes my face in his palms,

Squeezing slightly,

Looks deep into my eyes:

“fank oo, mummy”

Then he changes out of nursery clothes

And back to homely garb.

 

Just a quick write today, but a sweet little memory that was on my mind yesterday whilst  supervising Youngest sorting through a box of random things to see whether he still wanted them in his room.  Our children are growing fast, it is so bittersweet going through all their stages with them!

Catch you tomorrow for NaPo Day 12 😊

 

Monty X

 

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A Shirky Shanty – #NaPoWriMo23 – Day 10

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“I challenge you to write a sea shanty” said Maureen at the NaPo site for Day 10, so off I went.

I imagined one sailor singing the first verse, all the crew joining in on the “chorus” in italics, then a different sailor taking up the second verse, and the crew roaring the chorus together again. So, remember to put on your best pirate accents in your head when you read it 😉

 

Yo, ho, ho!

I stubbed my toe,

I’m out of rum and feeling glum.

Boo, hoo, hoo

Foot’s turnin’ blue,

Metal bed frames are all to blame.

With an: Ar Ar Aye!

I say goodbye

To all the chores I do deplore.

With a hearty laugh

I fill the bath,

Set sail my cares and linger there…

 

Ignore the dirty dishes,

Damn all those filthy clothes,

No cleaning up the messes

From the menfolk anymore!

I’m done with clutter busting,

And I’m done with dusting too,

If it all gets disgusting

Then I’m blaming it on you…

 

So: douse yourself in soapy suds,

And marinate in bubbles;

The water takes our toil away,

And dissolves all our troubles.

You’ll emerge like a mermaid lass,

With fins all fresh and new;

So flick your tail, and quickly bail,

The sea’s a-calling you.

 

Oooooh…

Ignore the dirty dishes,

Damn all those filthy clothes;

No cleaning up the messes

From the menfolk anymore!

I’m done with clutter busting,

And I’m done with dusting too,

If it all gets disgusting

Then I’m blaming it on you…

 

😀 that was fun to write! We have been getting work done on the house, so having lived in a mass of jumbled and displaced possessions for over a month now, with all my usual routines up in the air, you can tell my brain is rebelling mightily!

‘See’ you soon for Day 11’s offering.

 

Monty X

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Literary Liaisons – #NaPoWriMo23 – Day 9

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Good morrow, dear reader!

I did write in response to Day 9’s prompt, but I didn’t leave enough time for me to compose this post and get it up on the blog.  Better late than never though, eh?

Day 9’s prompt was:

“Today, we’d like to challenge you to write your own sonnet. Incorporate tradition as much or as little as you like – while keeping in general to the theme of “love.”” [from here

I decided to keep the easier rhyming scheme of abab,cdcd,efef,gg and the ten beats/syllables to a line.

 

I write my love a note upon the pad,

He answers by editing what I’ve said,

So then, attempting not to feel too bad,

I tussle with our diff’rences in bed.

A pillow is the perfect place to pose

A question to the better half of me;

He sighs, only pretending there to dose,

As he adds weight to all my fantasies.

 

His whispers shape the ink of wordplay wrought

‘Tween motherhood and wifely life combined,

He teases out experience and thought,

Untethers folds that strive to make me blind.

 

His airy presence keeps me sane and strange,

Our shared dreamscapes the only things that change.

 

As I often do, I was thinking about the way I write, and the conversational poem with my Muse that  I started my blogging adventures with.  Hopefully that is somewhat clear in my Sonnet, for I often feel like I am sneaking off to indulge in creativity, and that it wants to abduct me like some jealous lover I have never been able to resist 😉 and yes, I will happily sit for hours, propped up by pillows, scribbling, tapping, or crafting away in my PJs if left to my own devices.  I am a transient table user in these days of having my own family to tend to.

If you want to look at any other poems I’ve written in the Sonnet form, you can see them here (which is another study of being pulled towards creativity, incidentally) and here.  Hopefully I’ll be back later today for Day 10’s poetic ponderings!

Take care,

 

Monty X

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Hopping To It – #NaPoWriMo23 – Day 8

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Hello!

Today’s was a HUGELY complicated prompt, but I enjoyed it despite only reading down the list of requirements out of morbid interest (because I’d already decided I did NOT have enough time today to complete it…) 😉

This is how Maureen Thorson from the NaPo site set today’s challenge up:

“The prompt is called the “Twenty Little Poetry Projects,” and was originally developed by Jim Simmerman. And here are the twenty little projects themselves — the challenge is to use them all in one poem:

1.  Begin the poem with a metaphor.

2. Say something specific but utterly preposterous.

3. Use at least one image for each of the five senses, either in succession or scattered randomly throughout the poem.

4. Use one example of synesthesia (mixing the senses).

5. Use the proper name of a person and the proper name of a place.

6. Contradict something you said earlier in the poem.

7. Change direction or digress from the last thing you said.

8. Use a word (slang?) you’ve never seen in a poem.

9. Use an example of false cause-effect logic.

10. Use a piece of talk you’ve actually heard (preferably in dialect and/or which you don’t understand).

11. Create a metaphor using the following construction: “The (adjective) (concrete noun) of (abstract noun) . . .”

12. Use an image in such a way as to reverse its usual associative qualities.

13. Make the persona or character in the poem do something he or she could not do in “real life.”

14. Refer to yourself by nickname and in the third person.

15. Write in the future tense, such that part of the poem seems to be a prediction.

16. Modify a noun with an unlikely adjective.

17. Make a declarative assertion that sounds convincing but that finally makes no sense.

18. Use a phrase from a language other than English.

19. Make a non-human object say or do something human (personification).

20. Close the poem with a vivid image that makes no statement, but that “echoes” an image from earlier in the poem.”

 

See what I mean?!! This was the (veering heavily towards the nonsense) poem I came up with: 

 

The rabbit in my hat has died.

Probably my fault,

I looked for it;

And through said observation

(Of course)

Even nine-lived creatures may expire.

 

I become the bunny.

Addicted to succulent shoots of success,

My blue pelt ripe for the snuggliest mittens

Or to envelope

A precious baby boy’s feet.

I run at the first whiff of danger,

Tempted back by the heady pull

Of a watery glance or warm smile.

 

Savour the aroma of my slow-cooked rump

And my high-pitched screams,

Until you’re a bit blue, but I am colourless,

Nose no longer twitching,

The magic leeching from my pores.

(Then voice your doubts,

I’m naturally all ears)

 

Montaffera Lucy Mini-Rex,

Queen of her lonely Rabbit Island,

Is growing immune to your repeated

Floccinaucinihilipilification

Thank you very much.

(Flocc off)

Your lies make my teeth hurt.

 

“She’s an awfy quean”

Susan, the braying donkey of self doubt, exclaims

From across the water.

 

Helicoptering my ears,

I thistledown skyward

To rain a subtle plague.

In time, you’ll see this madness

Was logic all along;

Deliciously depressed

I do all my best planning.

جحور الأرانب  *

Stretch for miles.

 

My feet are feeling lucky

Tipping their own hats to fate,

And making a move.

 

*Rabbit burrows’ (in Arabic)

 

Was it the proximity to Easter that made me think of rabbits?  Or just the ever-cheeky presence of Mr Bunny calling through to me from Eldest’s room? Whatever the reason, I enjoyed messing about with all the connections and connotations associated with the creature.  I do need to go catch up on all the other stuff I was meant to accomplish today too now, though!  

Take care and I’ll ‘see’ you tomorrow for Day 9 🙂

 

Monty X

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Listless – #NaPoWriMo23 – Day 7

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Hi!

“Start by reading James Tate’s poem “The List of Famous Hats.”  Now, write a poem that plays with the idea of a list” prompted Maureen for Day 7.

I have at least 4 “list” poems from previous NaPo years, here, here, here and hereBut I came back to a pet peeve of mine to write a list about today 😉

 

I suck at making pillows plump,

Sheet ironing? I slack,

A laundry mountain makes me slump

Line-hanging hurts my back.

 

I hate the faff of wall-dusting,

Brisk window-cleaning too;

It takes me hours to psych myself

To go and bleach a loo!

 

I’d rather read my Kindle books

Or poetry-prompt wrangle,

I’m not cut out for “housewifing”

My brain’s too bored to handle!

 

Sorry I am getting this up on the blog so late, it’s been a lovely sunshiney day here, and we ate out for breakfast and lunch, as it was Eldest’s thirteenth birthday.  Eldest seemed to enjoy himself, and it was fab getting to spend the day hanging out with him, his brother and hubby on this Easter Friday. Hubby has been off all week, so the kids have had lots of outings and time with him.   I love that all my menfolk like being together so much.

Hopefully I’ll come back a little earlier tomorrow for Day 8!

Take care,

Monty X

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