Origination – #NaPoWriMo19 – 11

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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!)

 

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If… – #NaPoWriMo19 – 6

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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!!)

 

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I Cannot Run – #NaPoWriMo19 – 5

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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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Training – #NaPoWriMo19 – 4

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Hello!

 

Well, the prompt for today suggested that I write a sad sonnet in plain words.

I failed.

I wrote a Spenserian Sonnet (rhyme scheme of: abab–bcbc–cdcd–ee, 10 syllables to a line, 14 lines in total) that started well but became a little too flowery by line 8 and totally went the way of the pompous by the end.

Ooops…! 😉

 

 

The train ride there I sat backwards, thinking –

Watched sunlit fields and houses pass us by;

Shared the table of a lady, shrinking

Into her book so’s not to catch my eye.

 

A peace settled, without the need to try;

I smiled at pithy snippets overheard

My stop came fast, I felt the brakes apply – 

Along the glass, reflections became blurred.

 

Alone, among the pigeons, something stirred:

A prowling beast of destiny or fate?

Or just my blackened pride becoming burred

As those clock chimes declared him more than late…

 

Many fair maidens fall prey to this ruse

But learn, with time, much gentler paths to choose.

 

It is the Easter Holidays, so I really didn’t have any time left to write another poem after kid wrangling all day, and I do like to get these posts out on the correct day or as close to it as I can…and, well, it’s an optional prompt, right?!

Hee, hee – meet you back here tomorrow!

 

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Habitual Army – #NaPoWriMo19 – 3

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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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Gewgaw – #NaPoWriMo19 – 2

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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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Fragile Pieces – #NaPoWriMo19 – 1

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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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Beetled Off

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Hi!

Happy Tuesday, one and all!

Hubby had a dentist appointment to scoot to this morning, so he dropped me (and the kids) off at the school playground suuuuper early.  Youngest and I hugged Eldest and left him near his classroom door, then we sauntered off to the P1 entrance and twirled about a bit in the empty space (as one does).

Slightly dizzy (!), we went and stood near an untidy strip of grass that the children (mostly boys 😉 ) seem to gravitate towards before the bell rings.  We were treated to the sight of a black slug meandering through an area of dried mud between grass clumps, and soon became aware of a small shiny insect moving fast and seemingly on a collision course with the slug (hard to make out from my pic)

Youngest and I came up with some theories as to where each creature was going, and what they would be saying to each other; and we protected our small friends from any clumsy human who gambolled over and wondered what we were up to.  Youngest giggled with me, appreciating the silly voices I attributed to the slug and insect, and pitching in with his own versions.

We watched the insect hurry off, and the slug slide almost out of sight beneath a patch of weeds, before the bell rang.  It was oddly satisfying.

When I settled to think up a poem for today, my playground fun was obviously still on my mind 😉

 

A tiny beetle, bustling by

A slug encountered – so he cried

“Oh Mr Slug, I am so late!

Could you please quickly relocate?”

 

“What’s that you say?” asked Mr Slug

(His face in leaves that blocked his lugs)

 

“PLEASE MOVE!” said Beetle “on your way:

I have a lot to do today!”

 

Well! Beetle was then most perplexed

By Mr Slug’s slow progress!

                                             Next

That harried beetle huffed and sighed,

Tutted loudly, rolled his eyes…

“I see no shell upon your back

Must you go as slow as that?!

I have appointments I must keep –

Shopping to do before I sleep…!”

 

“Oh patience, Beetle! Can’t you see?                                       

Slugs are not made to move quickly!

I’m doing you a favour here –

Can you not run around my rear?!”

The Slug

 

Beetle did just that, but he

Still did not seem to be happy

“Look here Mr Slug: you might

Think next time to be more polite!

Us little fellows do deserve

To have our point of view observed!”

 

Mr Slug could not even see

The beetle, but he quite believed

That humans might be justified

In not liking insects to thrive…

“And who are you to lecture ME

On acts of common decency??

I don’t wish to discuss further

Such nonsense; besides – look – our murder

Could come at any time now… Gee!

School playgrounds fill up rapidly!

All those children…! 

                                  Running feet

Could spell our end – let me retreat!”

 

“Fine!!” said Beetle, off he scrammed

(Dodging the shoes of Ed and Sam)

The slug harrumphed (and later ate

A nice big leaf to compensate)

 

Our pair seemed less grumpy in real life, but I brandish a licence here, don’t I…? 😉

 

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Bully For Me

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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…)

Talking sheep heads

 

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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Self Coloured

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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.

 Acceptance vs self improvement

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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