Thursday, April 14, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 14

I've been having trouble keeping up with this, but I'm doing my best.

Today's prompt is to write a san san. It's a bit difficult to explain so just take a look here for a decent description. This poem has two main facets: rhyme scheme and repetition. Of course it isn't that simple. So do look at the link above for more information. As soon as I read the prompt, I knew it'd be a challenging one. I've done my best and I'm almost pleased with the result. Almost, but not quite.

Also, it should be read softly. It is a soft-spoken (like me, I hope) love poem. But I think it is a love poem of a different sort.

Please give me feedback; I'd love to hear what you think! One last note: you can disregard the letters, if you haven't realized it, they were simply to remind me of the rhyme scheme.


A  Sitting under the stars one night
B  Leaning against your chest I whispered
C  "What are your intentions with me?"
A "Intentions with you?" You looked at the stars, barely whispered"Well I might
B  Want to marry you." My lips quivered
D  Into a smile against your chest
C  As I whispered "We'd make a nice family"
D We were under the stars when I realized your intentions were best.




(I never know what to say here),
Sharon

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 13

Today's prompt was to write a poem inspired by fortune cookies/fortunes. I've written two poems on fortune cookies. The first is inspired by at least two times that I have opened a fortune cookie with no fortune inside. As for the other, I like to save the fortunes I like so it was inspired by two of my favorite collected fortunes. I quite like the second poem. What do you think? And can you guess which two lines are the actual fortune cookie fortunes?

Empty Fortune Cookies

On occasion,
I have cracked open
A fortune cookie
To find
No fortune inside.
Yes, a fortuneless fortune cookie
I have received
At least twice.
And I wonder if that does not bode well for me?
Is an empty fortune cookie
Unfortunate?
That's how it seems to me.
I have been told by others
That an empty cookie simply means
You make your own fortune
And that makes a lot of sense to me.
How can a piece of paper in a cookie
Tell your future?
And I don't believe in predestination anyway.
Empty fortune cookie
Must mean
You make your own fortune.
Or maybe still
It is an unfortunate thing.



Fortune Collection

All great things had small beginnings.
Be not discouraged if things don't go well.
Follow your heart and you're sure to fail.
But follow your mind and you may not succeed.
Listening to both mind and heart is the key.
Wind is necessary to fly kites.
Keep your feet on the ground and your thoughts at lofty heights.




Feel free to provide me with feedback! I'd love to hear from other NaPoWriMoers/fellow poetry lovers!


May all your fortune cookies be empty,
Sharon

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016: Day 12

Hooray! I've gotten an early start today! The prompt is to write an Index Poem. Here goes nothing.

Dog,
Man's best friend
Chews everything
Friendly places
Walks
Runs
Life Span
House, In the
Domesticated
Leash training,
Feeding,
Pavlov's
Let sleeping dogs lie
Days of summer
Raining cats and
Three dog night
And pony show
Tired
Must love
Dogs.



Meh, my muse is missing; wishing you better luck!
Sharon

Monday, April 11, 2016

NaPoWriMo Day 11

A poem that closely describes an object or place and ends with an abstract line that doesn't seem to have anything with the rest of the poem, but does.

Bluer than the sky
Bluer still than the ocean
In your truck, I'd often ride.
You like to make the sub pound
The windows so dark,
You could be inside and not be found.
I've sat in that seat and watched the stars
How did we become so far apart?


I think I've missed the mark . . . I'm having trouble ending the poem with an unrelated but really related line.

Hmmmmm,
Sharon

Napowrimo 2016 Days 7 - 10

Oh dear, I've fallen quite behind I'm afraid. But don't count me out, I'm still here! Time to catch up . . . Here's a poetry wham bam coming your way!

Day 7: Tritina: 3 three line stanzas with a concluding line. Each line has a concluding word in the following pattern ABC CAB BCA, with the last line having all three words.

A: Several times a day,
B: We take our walk,
C : And afterward from your fur, I must pull stickers

C: You chew at the stickers
A: Multiple times a day
B: After we return from our walk.

B: Along the beach I hope to walk
C: We three (or four) will not find any stickers
A: Oh how I long for the day.

All words: I long for the day when I shall walk with my two great loves and not find any stickers.


Day 8: A poem about flowers

In tropical climes
Flowers abound
In all sorts of forms
They can be found.

They climb on vines
Adorn bushes
Decorate trees
To which flower does my heart pushes?

Is it the ones which grow in lines?
The aster?
The jasmine?
Or is it the double oleander my heart is after?

What flower does my heart seek to find?
Perhaps its the hibiscus?
The rose?
A flower with sap most viscous?

Which flower is sought by this quest of mine?
All of them!
All of them I desire!
I'll pluck an example of each and braid my hair with these gems!


Day 9: A poem that includes a line you're afraid to write . . . oh dear . . .

In November,
I was in a wreck.
My car rolled more than a few times.
I walked away with nary a scratch.
And I can't help but wonder why
My life was spared.
I should be dead, deceased, extinct!
But I'm still here;
Why me?
Is there something more I'm meant for?
If so, why didn't I know it before?
What am I doing?
I'm quite lost, I'm afraid.
And the girl in the mirror
I don't think
Is the one that I should see.
Now which line is the one that scares me? You tell me.

Day 10: Book Spine Poem - I don't have a lot of books here . . .

I've got a small library
It represents my interests many
Perhaps a book will strike your fancy?
There's Loveology for the lovelorn
The title of the book, paired with the description makes me scorn
Loveology is a theology of love, the back claims
Don't you know your latin, I exclaim?
-ology means the study of
So really, Loveology is the study of love.
Maybe that isn't your cup of tea.
You'd prefer something with a recipe
In that case, The Cookie Bible is the book you should see
So many recipes, yet I've only cooked a few.
The last two are textbooks,
But still they might interest you.
I don't have a book on flamingos or fish,
But if you want to learn about the paedomorphic
Then Reptiles and Amphibians of Texas, I'd recommend.
Lastly that brings us to a book, I'm sure will intrigue you
If rodents and lagomorphs
Strike your fancy, Mammalogy is the book I'd reach for.


Well there's something, at least.

Keep on churning out the poetry, friend!
Sharon

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Napowrimo Day 6

Today's prompt was to write a poem about food, or inspired by food, or about our relationship with food. Mine is closest to the latter.

"Anorexic?"
They questioned.
"Bulimic."
They reasoned.
"Gumby."
They jeered.
I was thin, a little gangly.
Girls can be mean in high school.
I was awkward,
but man could I eat.
I ate when I was bored, sad, mad, glad,
And of course when I was hungry.
I ate four meals a day, plus snacks.
But I never purged in any way,
My body was just built that way.
I could eat, eat, eat
And not gain an ounce for weeks.
Medical professionals seemed unconcerned.
But  girls always made comments about my size
In response to which, my cheeks burned
And I was anorexic, they more often than not implied.
Even now "You're so TINY."
They say.
But now, while I'm still built that way,
I barely eat one meal a day.
Having been accused of an eating disorder for so long,
I seem to have developed one along the way.
I still like food I do.
And I still like to eat, eat, eat.
But I've gotten so good at procrastinating
That I even wait to put food on my plate.
Most days I get one good meal and a few snacks
I love to cook
But my quantity of meals per day seems to top out at two, max.
I usually blame it on lack of time
But there is part of me deep inside that says,
"I'm thin and I'd prefer to keep it that way."


I don't really talk about this much . . . Suffice it to say, I like food, but my relationship with it is not the healthiest. In high school I definitely didn't have an eating disorder, but now? I'm not sure. I really wish people wouldn't comment on my size or weight, but it is what it is. I guess.

Sharon

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Napowrimo Day 5

Today's prompt was to write a poem inspired by the oddly interesting names of heirloom vegetables. I have worked the names of a few into a completely unrelated free verse poem.



like a Sunrise full of Bumblebees
at the beginning of an Early Golden Summer
when you Crook your Neck because the sun is so bright,
sometimes I have a Tongue of Fire
and speak my mind freely with no filter
but really I am like a Clemson, Spineless
I always regret those hasty words and wish my tongue was tame
my words are sometimes too big for me to stand behind
and I feel as though they my tongue taunts me, yelling “Fooled You!”
and I wish to retire to a Turkish Striped Monastery
where the monks have taken a vow of silence
so that my words may never betray me again


The heirlooms I incorporated are as follows (not in the order they are in the poem):

Fooled You Hybrid Pepper
Turkish Striped Monastery Tomato
Sunrise Bumblebee Tomato
Clemson Spineless Okra
Early Golden Summer Crookneck Summer Squash
Tongue of Fire Bean
 



Happy Heirloom Inspired Writing!
Sharon