NaPoWriMo Day 28

Wow, wow, wow. We are in the home stretch of NaPoWriMo 2015 now! And I am in the home stretch of the semester too! Everything is coming to a close simultaneously. Time needs to s l o w down.

Today's prompt is to write a poem about a bridge.



There is a bridge I know
I've never seen the other end though

It stands precariously
Crossing over a stream

The other end is shrouded in fog
And honestly, it is nothing more than a log

In the past I have ignored that path
But I've spent time doing the math

It seems that my time here is coming to an end
So I must venture across the riverbend

And I can't help but wonder,
when I venture into the mist,
what will I find?

xoxo

-Sharon

NaPoWriMo: Day 27

All caught up now! Did you see that the times my poems were posted on the blog corresponded with the dates they were *supposed* to be posted? Yes, no, maybe so. The time of this one doesn't, so you don't need to check.

Anyway now that I'm all caught up, April is almost over! Can you believe it? Between writing a poem every day and the semester winding down, this has been a crazy month, but it is almost over! For better or for worse! Hopefully, I'll be able to stay on top of things these last few days of NaPoWriMo (though I've got a lot to do, other than writing poetry).  And even if you don't plan to follow my blog after April is over (it'll go back to my random ramblings and sporadic posts, and hopefully I'll get a few cooking posts up finally!) there will be some graduation/commencement prose posted around May 16th and I plan to be back for NaPoWriMo again in 2016! I have enjoyed sharing this journey with you! I hope that you've enjoyed my work (I've enjoyed the poems I've read on your blogs this month) and I hope that maybe you'll stop by for a visit every now and again and hopefully I'll see you next April! If I do publish any poems here (even outside of NaPoWriMo) they will always have the tag poetry.

Alright time for Day 27's poem.
Prompt: hay(na)ku

College
is almost
over, what then?

-Sharon

NaPoWriMo: Day 26

Day 26
Prompt: Persona Poem

Cinderella

Could you imagine if your life depended on a shoe?
My sisters are crazy
They let my mother cut off their toes and heel
To fit into my tiny shoe
Yes, it never ceases to amaze me
Yes, yes, it is true.
But after that the prince tried me
Much to the horror of my step-mother
It never occurred to her
That technically I am her daughter too
My sisters aren't so bad
Though everyone here thinks they're terrible
They are just spoiled
And a little weak-minded
Really, they are just the puppets
Of a cruel puppet master
She will twist them any which way
To bend the outcome of events to her will
So I guess its best that she never considered me her child
Even though all my life I tried to gain her affection
Maybe the problem was that I was too smart
And refused to be manipulated
I wonder what she will do now
That the prince and I are getting married
Will she pretend to be the loving mother
That she's never been to any of us three
There's a reason that her first husband left her
And my father died because he couldn't bear her
She is quite overbearing
Trying to be puppet-master over all those she claims to care about.
What's that?
For the wedding?
Oh yes, this dress will do.

-Sharon

NaPoWriMo: Day 25

Day 25:
Prompt: write a clerihew

Matthew of Seguin
Was not made to be king
It was in the cards
That instead, he should mow yards.

-Sharon

NaPoWriMo; Day 24

Day 24

Prompt: write a parody or satire based on another poem. I'm using The Raven by E.A. Poe as it is one of my favorites, though I'm sure I won't do it justice. I kept a lot of Poe's old lines or pieces of lines and just modified it to fit my story. Of course Poe's is better and I couldn't write mine as long as his. So mine is 5 stanzas while the original is 18.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a boring volume of lecture notes spread across the floor—

    While I sat there, so close to sleeping, suddenly there came a thumping,

As of my neighbors partying, loudly partying next door.

“’Tis not that loud,” I muttered, “really they are quiet, the sounds coming from next door—

            Almost inaudible and nothing more.”

    Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak February;

And I had to rise early the next morning to go on a tour.

    Eagerly I wished for slumber;—but sleep was quiet encumbered

    By the noises emanating — emanating from next door—

No though I searched for it without ceasing I could not find that sweet slumber—

            Nameless here for evermore.

    And the bass pounding from the music

Riled me—filled my room with tremendous noises never heard before;

    So that now, to find sleep, I lay repeating

    “’Tis really not that loud the sounds emanating from next door—

Some soft music quietly seeping from next door;—

            This it is and nothing more.”

    Presently my desire grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

“Please,” said I, “be quiet, so that I may get some sleep I implore;

    But the fact is you are partying, and I ought to be sleeping,

    And so barely your music was pounding, pounding from next door,

But of this I suspect you were unaware”—here music seemed to cease from next door;—

            But it was only a pause and nothing more.

    And the music, never ceasing, persists pounding, persists pounding

Through the wall between my bed and my neighbors next door;

    And the music has all the seeming of a party that is teeming,

    And the speakers pound the music still louder than before;

And my slumber during that loud music thumping next door

            Shall be found—nevermore!

-Sharon

NaPoWriMo: Day 23

First of all let me apologize for not posting on time. The school year at my university is winding to a close which means that this time period is especially busy and stressful. Hopefully I will be able to play catch up today and be on top of my poem writing game!

Since I am so many days behind I am just going to post poems one at a time rather than all of them in one post.

Day 23
Prompt: Randomly pick a card from a deck of cards and write about it then turn your prose into poetry. Not exactly what I'm going to do because a) I don't have a deck of cards and b) I don't feel like writing prose and editing it down to poetry at the present moment.

Are we an ace in the hole?
We went bust before
Deal me in again
And we can give this a shot once more
Hit me and we'll see
If we've got the winning combination
Though the bets are weighed against us
Bets don't determine the winner
In Lady Las Vegas
You aren't the dealer
I'm not the house
So it'll take sheer luck
To win this round
Let the chips fall
Where they may
And we can play a different game
If this one doesn't pay.

Sharon

NaPoWriMo Day 22 & 21

Ever since I fell off the band-wagon a couple of days ago, I have been having trouble keeping up with writing a poem every day.Yesterday, I was inspired by ducks and geese and nature and general, but even though I had a journal, I realized I didn't have the pen. So the words were given to nature and I have forgotten them.

Since I missed yesterday, today is gonna be a twofer.

Day 22
Prompt: Pastoral poem....The poem I wanted to write yesterday would've been perfect for this prompt! Oh well. I shall draw on my inspiration from yesterday to try and write this poem.


In the hour or so before the sun goes down
If you tread quietly you may enter
A room not many have occasion to visit.
In this room there is barely space for myself.
I happened upon it by accident the other day
But having no obligations for hours,
I chose to stay.
The first inhabitant I noticed was a duck
Laying lonesome on the ground.
He looked at me
And I at him
I wondered, where was his friend?
He did not know if I was friend or foe
So though, he was tired and wanted sleep
He kept his eye open on me.
I lay on the grass near him for awhile
And watched the surface of a nearby pond
I could tell that there was something in the water
By the occasional splash
Finally, I got up and moved closer to the water
And found another duck
Searching for dinner in the muck
I gave her her space,
Respect is the only way you can remain in this place
I watched her working for her meal for a moment
Before I continued to move deeper into the room.
Accidentally, I spooked a wary vulture from his roost.
I found a pair of geese and their pair of goslings
Laying in the grass as nervous parents wondered
If I were friend or foe.
I gave them their space because I did not want to be attacked by geese, you know?
Respect is so important to the inhabitants of this room.
I sat on the ground next to the vultures vacated roost
And watched a heron slowly stalk his dinner
Though I never saw him eat
He slowly moved along the bank
Looking for a meal, his hunger to satiate.
I soon had to leave the room though
And past by the heron
Who not knowing if I were friend or foe
Moved slowly toward the other bank.
I was sorry that I had to go
But I had obligations to keep
But nature is always there
If we will only tread on quiet feet.






Day 21:
Prompt: An erasure. I was having trouble deciding what passage of writing to use, so I just chose this one from one of my pinterest boards. It was sort of difficult for me to eliminate words because I do like this passage a lot. But I think it was transformed at least a little bit.

Happy Earth Day, everyone!

Sharon