Day 5

Well where has the time gone? It’s late in the evening, and I’m just now getting to my computer to write. Missed my morning opportunity as I woke up late, then had to head over to the DMV. I really love the DMV. Such a wonderful place to spend the morning. But even as I sit her now, there seems to be a fire which I must put out. So before I go…

Life will throw us curves,
but keep your eye on the ball,
and keep on swinging.

Day 4

Whew, not as easy to get up this morning. Felt like staying in bed. Going to be that much harder once Spring Break is over and I’m back to school. I’ll have to find that extra time somewhere if I want to continue writing, journaling, etc. I do have more time in the evening to write, but is seems my mind is always shot when I get home. The other issue with writing in the evening is the house is too busy, I’d have to wait until everyone was asleep before sitting down to write. Considering I’m usually one of the first ones to crash, that seems to be an unlikely scenario. As for now I’ll enjoy these quiet, non-work mornings, while I have them.

Clovers in full bloom,
yard shines like an emerald,
happy St. Pat’s Day!

Day 3

Day 3 of waking up again and actually opening up my laptop and writing. Working on a couple of sonnets but the words to finish each one elude me. I can pull a haiku out, but that’s about it for right now. I also need to start working on my book again. But for now I shall continue with this morning ritual in the hopes of developing some good habits.

Early morning thoughts,
elusive and fast fleeting,
a blank slate remains.

Monkeys in my Head

Where do you write? When do you write? For me there is no set pattern, and perhaps that is my problem and the cause of my sporadic attempts at poetry or otherwise. My most recent attempts have been early in the morning. I usually wake up at 4:30, brush my teeth, grab a cup of coffee and sit down to write. I love the quiet still of the morning, and the occasional chirp of the bird outside. My mind is fresh and for the past couple of days I’ve been able to put a few words down. Not many, but it’s a start. As I write this, I’m sitting in Dunn Brother’s Coffee shop. No longer 4:30 in the morning. A different environment. 6:00PM on a Saturday. Small, but active town and a nice new coffee shop. The patrons are few, there’s light music, and the smell of the coffee is pleasing. If I was at home right now I wouldn’t be writing. I’d be wrestling with the kids, or working on some ‘to do’ list around the house. The coffee shop, although it doesn’t provide the quiet still of the morning, it seems to relax me. I can think, and I can write. Despite the people I don’t get distracted. No one talks to me, and I’m left alone. Alone with my laptop and my cup of hot tea. Some herbal blend, Mint something or another. The tea is ok.

So what about the ‘monkeys’ in my head? They made me write the previous paragraph. I wanted to start with the monkeys themselves, but they spewed out that random crap up top. You see the monkeys live inside my head and they are nothing more than the random thoughts which bounce around inside seeking to escape. They seem to drive me crazy if I don’t release them. I can’t be the only one who has these monkeys. Maybe you call them something else. But do you know the feel? A thought, or an idea which won’t rest or give you peace until it’s completed and slain in the real world? Poem. That’s what I’m thinking right now. Not sure where this rabbit trail has gone, but it’s time to find my way out.

Why did she walk in?
Auburn hair back in a braid,
Soft brown eyes sparkling.
Distracted from my writing,
Guess I’ll sit here and daydream.

Napowrimo – Day 13

Our optional prompt for today is to write a poem that contains at least one kenning. Kennings were metaphorical phrases developed in Nordic sagas. At their simplest, they generally consist of two nouns joined together, which imaginatively describe or name a third thing. The phrase “whale road,” for example, could be used instead of “sea” or “ocean,” and “sky candle” could be used for “sun.

 

Iron steeds race forward,
riders distracted,
their magic rocks,
not easily shaken.

Rocks as looking glasses,
riders stare into them,
mouths distort,
as lips unnaturally extend.

The steed loses bearing,
and rider gasps,
as hostile forces react,
warning alarms echo.

Perhaps later,
in the quiet loneliness,
rock to looking glass,
one more selfie.

 

NaPoWriMo – Day 8

So for today, the prompt is to rewrite a famous poem, giving it your own spin.

I’m using November Night by Adelaide Crapsey. It’s in the form of a cinquain. Not sure if this is really in line with the prompt, but hey another day another poem.

 

Almost,
As state tests near,
Students and teachers stress,
A large hurdle, but up ahead
Summer.

NaPoWriMo – Day 7

Today’s prompt is to write a love poem . . . but the object of the poem should be inanimate.

You’re too hot for me,
But I don’t care.
I can’t resist your smell,
Or help but stare.

The perfect blend,
Of pure delight.
You beckon me approach,
Come take a bite.

No, it is not wise,
For your touch burns.
I’ve been here before,
But how my heart yearns.

I cannot resist,
My love will not die.
You are mine,
And once more I try.

You burn my fingers,
As I grab you once again.
My mouth waters,
And teeth slowly sink in.

I gape for air,
But continue to chew.
Fresh chocolate chip cookie,
Oh, how I love you!