This one I took just before leaving home 2 weeks ago. One week to go before I can check it out again.
For Cee’s FOTD
Bougainvillea: FOTD Apr 10, 2021
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Junk Drawer
This is the prompt:
- First, find a song with which you are familiar – it could be a favorite song of yours, or one that just evokes memories of your past. Listen to the song and take notes as you do, without overthinking it or worrying about your notes making sense.
- Next, rifle through the objects in your junk drawer – or wherever you keep loose odds and ends that don’t have a place otherwise. (Mine contains picture-hanging wire, stamps, rubber bands, and two unfinished wooden spoons I started whittling four years ago after taking a spoon-making class). On a separate page from your song-notes page, write about the objects in the drawer, for as long as you care to.
- Now, bring your two pages of notes together and write a poem that weaves together your ideas and observations from both pages
Click on the arrow on the album to hear the song.
“To Do” List for a New Roommate (NaPoWriMo 2021, Day 9 and Daily Prompts)
“To Do” List for a New Roommate
*If you value this abode,
please plan to shoulder half the load
to keep it lovely, clean and neat.
This rule, I will not repeat.
*Underwear should not be seen
on chair or floor or in-between.
(To insure I’m a happy camper,
dirty clothes go in the hamper.)
*If, on occasion, you feel you might
have a lover spend the night,
lest my ire you might incite,
please have him leave by morning light.
*No mongrels, kittens, fish or birds
or other denizens of herds
may cross my doorway, now or ever.
In short, are pets allowed? No. Never!!!
*If personal details you recite,
please insure they are not trite,
for next to messiness and snoring,
I most dread roommates who are boring.
* Don’t steal my cookies or my chips.
My food should never pass your lips.
Don’t steal my leftover knishes,
and when you cook, do your own dishes.
*If these requests you can’t abide,
just pack your bags and move outside!
Follow my rules, or it’s your loss,
for in this house, I am the boss!
Prompt words today are shoulder, underwear, mongrel, trite and love. Image by Sincerely Media on Unsplash. Used with permission.
Also, for NaPoWriMo, Day 9, Make a To-Do List
Cistena Plum Blossoms: FOTD Apr 9, 2021
For Cee’s FOTD
Keeping Abreast
Keeping Abreast
If I were made the ruler of
this universe I rue and love,
the one thing I would not let “be”
is the force of gravity
in respect to just one issue.
Namely––my mammary tissue!
For, though you may feel dubious,
each year, I grow more boobious!
I do not like them hanging there
where once they used to thrust the air.
Where once each strained against its cup,
It seems like now they’ve given up.
Listless and flat, downward they droop.
Sad Sack replaces Betty Boop.
They have no personality.
They’ve lost elasticality!
The result is truly tragic,
so this is why I need some magic.
Please, gods of nature, give a cure.
There must be some way to inure
my breasts from force of gravity.
Now that I rule, hear my plea!
Tell gravity that it is best
to loose its hold upon each breast
so they are perky once again,
thrusting out below my chin
instead of hanging in two vees
somewhere down around my knees!
Restore my pride. Dispel my frown.
I want them hanging out, not down!
Is it cheating that this is a poem I wrote six years ago? More true now than then!!!!
Three-Wheeled, Two-Door One-Seater: Thursday Doors, Apr 8, 2021
Still Life with Geraniums and Bird: FOTD Apr 8, 2021
Unmarked Grave: NaPoWriMo Day 8,
Unmarked Grave
The colonel raised me to be great.
As tall as was he—a giant of a man.
Handsome and clever,
a winner of confidence,
I was his favorite son.
I played the role, but lost myself
in one who broke my heart by leaving.
Then, as so many others who fled
during those dangerous times,
my best friend of a lifetime went away,
the two of them leaving me with no support.
I fell victim to the flattery of a tyrant
and chose the wrong side.
Then, knowing my end was near,
I refused to run
but met my fate—
A bullet delivered by that Surafel, a childhood friend
who himself was caught by the Derg and brutally killed.
“Hero of the Revolution” my caption read,
yet they buried us both, as so many others,
in an unmarked grave.
My father wept and grew old,
my whole family collapsing in on itself.
By what miracle,
forty years later
in a land 9,000 miles away,
did my former love
hear my whole story
and write these lines?
For NaPoWriMo Day 8, the prompt was to read a few of the poems from Spoon River Anthology, and then write my own poem in the form of a monologue delivered by someone who is dead.
Prickly Pear Roses: FOTD Apr 7, 2021
When we first saw this gorgeous prickly pear, the flowers were fully spread like camelias, but by the time we got back several hours later and I photographed them, they had folded into roses. Just gorgeous. Be sure to click on photos to enlarge.
“Don’t” NaPoWriMo 2021, Day 7
Don’t
Who can love
a bit of sweetness
so lacking
at its heart
that it’s more not there than there?
A donut lover!
The prompt for Day 7 of NaPoWriMo is to write a shadorma. Image by Matt Walsh on Unsplash, used with permission.
The shadorma is a six-line, 26-syllable poem. The syllable count by line is 3/5/3/3/7/5. So, like the haiku, the lines are relatively short.
