Spooky Stuff – #NaPoWriMo19 – 13

#NaPoWriMo19, Childhood, Parenting, Relationships 2 Comments »

Hi!

 

“Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem about something mysterious and spooky!”

Not one to deny the NaPoWriMo gods their fun, I came up with this wee ditty:

 

It’s eerily quiet

The playroom’s awash

With the sound of their nothing

And tidiness – gosh!

One of the last schoolday cuddles of them being 8 and 5!

 

 

There’s none of the bickering/

Playing the fool

I do believe…

…what’s that…?

They’ve gone back to school?!!

 

Two weeks have gone by rather quickly, all in all, and I will be walking our boys down the road on Monday a ‘whole year’ older (and with a few sad little hugs along the way, no doubt).  They are getting so BIG and, although it is rather full-on parenting 12+ hours every day for two weeks, the house will indeed be ghostly without them.

They will be off again on the 19th and 22nd for Easter, mind you – and so will hubby! 😉

I’ll see YOU here tomorrow, as it also marks the end of the second week of Glo/NaPoWriMo!  Exciting!

 

Come visit the Facebook page and follow @ComfyRestless on Twitter

Copyright © 2019 Montaffera All Rights Reserved

Please do not use any of my content (posts, pictures, poetry etc) without my permission, but feel free to link back to my blog if something catches your eye. Thank you!

Origination – #NaPoWriMo19 – 11

#NaPoWriMo19, Childhood, Relationships No Comments »

Hi 🙂

 

My optional prompt said:

“Today, taking a leaf from Elhillo’s work, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem of origin. Where are you from? Not just geographically, but emotionally, physically, spiritually?”

I can feel a bit of emotional turmoil coming on…

 

My ‘reality’ lies in a place far from here

(That I carry around every day)

In a flounce of blonde curls

In the twirl of a dress

In the unfettered rapture of play.

 

My ‘comfortable’ lies in the accepting smiles

Of a generation I still miss,

In a record’s crackle,

In the stories and songs;

In the slow and muted Sunday bliss.

 

My empathy mourns at too many graves.

Borne too early, it’s said from ‘misdeed’;

The silt of their follies

The sting of their regrets:

All that potential joy gone to seed…

 

In a church wrapped in mist, sits a being of light

(Who is male, because that’s what I craved)

He sees only my good,

I’m fin’lly understood!

He just loves: needs no deference or slave.

 

What do you feel are your roots…?

Meet you back here tomorrow to see what new poem originates from my keyboard!

(Yes, I am definitely missing my biros and pencils, but I am having to speed-write these as the kids are off…so it is straight into type at the moment!)

 

[Pic is from here]

 

Come visit the Facebook page and follow @ComfyRestless on Twitter

Copyright © 2019 Montaffera All Rights Reserved

Please do not use any of my content (posts, pictures, poetry etc) without my permission, but feel free to link back to my blog if something catches your eye. Thank you!

 

Listing for balance – #NaPoWriMo19 – 9

#NaPoWriMo19, Childhood, Parenting 1 Comment »

Hello!

 

“Today, I’d like to challenge you to write your own Sei Shonagon-style list of “things.” What things? Well, that’s for you to decide!”

…said the #NaPoWriMo site.

So I twirled around in this airy idea for a while, and just wrote what came to mind 😉 

 

My boys make endless verbal lists of how they rank things:

Updating, rechecking, asking each other if they agree;

I get stumped when they probe what my favourite this, that or the other is –

I don’t know why.

It makes me feel…unkind? Unworldly? Unmasked?

 

I was keeping a written list of all the poems I’d ever penned, back in the 90s.

I still have it, each title numbered.  I remember the gist of some.

My endless paper pile sometimes yields the scribbled texts.

 

I have a notebook full of troll names, too.

I gave them family trees by matching colours of hair

and deciding which were the kids.

 

Over the years

There were schedules I rarely followed,

Characters I left half-formed,

Reams of quotes from books;

Text messages I was loath to lose to deletion, when my phone only held the most precious fifteen…

 

At present, there are the affirmations I might one day use,

Printed pages of “10 ways to…” tackle everything from housework to a child’s tantrum,

And my “3 wins” documented for every day since the start of this year.

 

But the ones I unearth most often now are the holiday/visit lists;

For mother/adulthood, at key points in the year, always calls for a

“Wardrobe simplification exercise”

 Or a “dust-bunny eradication plan”.

 

My life: charted by my corresponding obsessions and necessities.

 

An archive of snippets, a flurry of thought.

 

What do you write lists about?  Have you kept any from your younger years?

 

Catch you tomorrow!

 

[Pic is from here]

 

Come visit the Facebook page and follow @ComfyRestless on Twitter

Copyright © 2019 Montaffera All Rights Reserved

Please do not use any of my content (posts, pictures, poetry etc) without my permission, but feel free to link back to my blog if something catches your eye. Thank you!

Wishes – #NaPoWriMo19 – 7

#NaPoWriMo19, Childhood, Mental Health, Parenting 2 Comments »

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!

 

[Pic is from here]

 

Come visit the Facebook page and follow @ComfyRestless on Twitter

Copyright © 2019 Montaffera All Rights Reserved

Please do not use any of my content (posts, pictures, poetry etc) without my permission, but feel free to link back to my blog if something catches your eye. Thank you!

 

If… – #NaPoWriMo19 – 6

#NaPoWriMo19, Parenting, Relationships 2 Comments »

Hello!

 

Today, write a poem that emphasizes the power of “if,” of the woulds and coulds and shoulds of the world.

instructs the NaPoWriMo site on this: the sixth day of poem-scribbling in a row.

 

If I get up tomorrow at sunrise

Scrub out my fantastic to dos,

Tiptoe around putting clothes on

And leave without a “toodle-oo.”

 

I could just phone up a taxi

Ride out to somewhere quite new

Eat at a quiet lil café

Sample a pastry or two.

 

I could go shopping in London!

(If there was an early train down)

I’m sure I’d find someone to meet me

In case I got lost around town…

 

My husband would be a bit perplexed

To wake up and find me long gone –

But surely my Eldest won’t need me

To be there as his birthday dawns?!

 

Don’t worry, I’ve made a cake that requires to be filled and decorated tomorrow, and I need to act as the family’s personal paparazzo, so I’ll not be sneaking off in the morning 😉

Day six done!  Almost a full week of writing accomplished already, woohoo!

(Big hugs to my faithful readers for all the encouragement, your messages on here and offline mean so much to me!!)

 

[Pic is from here]

 

Come visit the Facebook page and follow @ComfyRestless on Twitter

Copyright © 2019 Montaffera All Rights Reserved

Please do not use any of my content (posts, pictures, poetry etc) without my permission, but feel free to link back to my blog if something catches your eye. Thank you!

I Cannot Run – #NaPoWriMo19 – 5

#NaPoWriMo19, Childhood, Mental Health, Parenting, Relationships 4 Comments »

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 😉

 

Come visit the Facebook page and follow @ComfyRestless on Twitter

Copyright © 2019 Montaffera All Rights Reserved

Please do not use any of my content (posts, pictures, poetry etc) without my permission, but feel free to link back to my blog if something catches your eye. Thank you!

 

Habitual Army – #NaPoWriMo19 – 3

#NaPoWriMo19, Mental Health, Parenting, Random poetry, Relationships No Comments »

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 🙂

 

[Pic is from here]

 

Come visit the Facebook page and follow @ComfyRestless on Twitter

Copyright © 2019 Montaffera All Rights Reserved

Please do not use any of my content (posts, pictures, poetry etc) without my permission, but feel free to link back to my blog if something catches your eye. Thank you!

 

Gewgaw – #NaPoWriMo19 – 2

#NaPoWriMo19, Mental Health, Parenting, Random poetry, Relationships 2 Comments »

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 😉

 

[Pic is from here]

Come visit the Facebook page and follow @ComfyRestless on Twitter

Copyright © 2019 Montaffera All Rights Reserved

Please do not use any of my content (posts, pictures, poetry etc) without my permission, but feel free to link back to my blog if something catches your eye. Thank you!

Mum In Flight

#NaPoWriMo19, Childhood, Other Poetry, Parenting, Random poetry 2 Comments »

Hello all!!

 

Yes, I know: it’s been almost six months since I showed up here and posted some of my ramblings…there are many ‘excuses’ that spring to mind, but it all comes under the umbrella of needing a break from the expectations I was putting myself under, and a yearning to explore my creativity without constraint.

It is the start of Global/National Poetry Writing Month tomorrow, however, and I thought that this was probably a good opportunity to get back into some regular blog writing again.  In the month of April, it is customary to write a poem a day and pop it up on one’s website for others to read. 

I have been trying to write at least 500 words a day in a document on my computer since the 18th of February, just to see what comes out, and I have been dabbling in the odd Random Word Poem again, using one of the sites I used to frequent at the beginning of my blogging days. 

It is Mother’s Day in the UK today (I live in Scotland), and the second of the two poems I wrote in my practice yesterday fits nicely with this, I feel:

 

 

“Deer mum”,

It starts, but he has to think,

So he proceeds

To insert each finger

Slowly into his ear

One at a time;

The findings examined with care.

 

I think about the atmosphere

I left back ‘home’.

The plane swooping through clouds.

 

I listen for any sign

We might be in danger,

Hope we can depend

On Ben’s silent lack of Press

 

My child decides on

I love you!!!

To end his epistle;

Enlists a medieval knight to

Hasten it across seats.

 

I finished listening to the prequel of “The Oxford Tearoom Mysteries” on Friday, and I think maybe it seeped into my poem a little, too.  It starts with a flight from Australia to England and hints at past lives…

I wonder what has happened between ‘Ben’ and the speaker in my poem? 

 

[Pic is from here]

Come visit the Facebook page and follow @ComfyRestless on Twitter

Copyright © 2019  Montaffera All Rights Reserved

Please do not use any of my content (posts, pictures, poetry etc) without my permission, but feel free to link back to my blog if something catches your eye. Thank you!

The Phoenix Leaf

Childhood, Mental Health, Other Poetry, Parenting No Comments »

 

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.

 

The Phoenix Leaf