A Clerihew for NaPoWriMo Day Fourteen
Foodie
Guy’s traveled all over the world
Sampling goodies whipped up and swirled
From coast to coast in diners and dives
You’re no one until he arrives
A place for poems and pics
A Clerihew for NaPoWriMo Day Fourteen
Foodie
Guy’s traveled all over the world
Sampling goodies whipped up and swirled
From coast to coast in diners and dives
You’re no one until he arrives
Day Thirteen of NaPoWriMo
the challenge today is to write a ghazal – a challenge indeed!
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Family
there is a large and quite strange collection
of loosely related people I call my family
a motley crew of shapes and sizes
ages and talents and I think they’re all my family
everyone is shorter than your average Joe
except Uncle Mike who is really tall in my family
there have even been rumors bandied about
where he came from which casts a pall over my family
then Aunt Rita insists that he doesn’t belong but
Uncle Art says he does and that starts a brawl in my family
I’m afraid I’ll never find someone to marry if I have to
introduce them to this off-the-wall bunch, my family
d’Verse Poets Pub -Oldies but Goodies, No Matter the Age
Lillian is hosting and has asked us to choose a popular song from our early years as the inspiration for a poem.
1951 – How High the Moon by Les Paul and Mary Ford
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So High
How high the moon seems on
A clear winter night
So high
Even the stars can’t touch it
Shining down on this simple planet
Lighting the way for travelers
And lovers
Day Twelve of NaPoWriMo
alliteration/assonance
A Midnight Moment
the moon shone down
around the meadow beams
meandering from stone to stone
I followed them across
the marsh
and there met you
Day eleven at NaPoWriMo has us writing a Bop- a sort of sonnet+song
Wild In My Backyard – A Bop
The feeders are filled and I wait
For the return of goldfinches and
Chickadees to my little patch of backyard
With binoculars and field guide beside me
I sit by the window watching and hoping
To add a new species to my life-list
Until the hawk came
There was some drama brewing
As sparrows competed for the
Only empty housing option available
An unpainted box, nailed to the choke cherry tree
All morning they have flown in and out
Carrying small twigs and bits of found straw
Urgently building a nest for egg laying time
Singly focused- instinctively placing each piece
Until the hawk came
Squirrels were up to their old tricks
Trying to attack the feeder for an easy meal
But always thwarted by the black cone attached
To the pole that even their acrobatics could not defeat
And the first chipmunk of the year sits on the ground
Under the feeders stuffing it’s cheeks with dropped seeds
Until the hawk came
d’Verse Poets Pub Quadrille #30
It’s a ‘drizzle’ kind day with Mish tending bar at the pub
This is one of those poems that took off and wrote itself π
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Sculpting En Plein Air
Drops began to drizzle
The day work began
His spirit began to frizzle
Under rainy clouds
Desire began to fizzle
He had lost the sizzle
Of sculpting his true love
She began to shiver
Could not hold the pose
He put down his chisel
I’m a little late joining the party atΒ NaPoWriMo
It’s already Day 10! Today we are writing ‘portrait’ poems
Dag (not Dad)
Blue eyes that sparkled
And a smile –
Always a smile
He whistled tunes
While working or
Reading or doing nothing
The house was happy
When he was home
Quite dull when he wasn’t
Now I stand looking at a stranger
Stretched out before me
Eyes closed, straight line mouth
No music
Carpe Diem Universal Jane #14 Basho’s “Old Pond”
quiet evening
disturbed by a chorus
spring peepers
I thought I wouldn’t have a picture this week but last night I was at a Master Gardener’s meeting near this building and noticed how striking it looked at night.
You can see my reflection in one of the door pictures. I guess maybe I took a “doorfie” π
The County Conservation offices are located in an 1880s era barn that was dismantled and reconstructed at its current location.
Celebrating Children’s Poetry – Dreaming with Stacie
It’s all about tickling our inner child in the Garden today. Thanks to Stacie for this funtastic prompt.
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Sleeping Over
Who giggled the hardest
When we told goofy jokes
Ate all the popcorn
And drank all the Coke
Who turned on the flashlight
To tell scary stories
Then heard heavy footsteps
And smelled something gory
Who screamed the loudest
Hid under the bed
Eyes shut and ears covered
Pillow over your head
Who fell asleep first
Sleeping bag on the floor
I’ll keep your secret
‘Cause I heard you snore