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Friday, April 18, 2014

Comments Please! Napowrimo 2014 Day Eighteen

Statistics show that tens of people read my blog every day.  So  doesn't anyone have anything to say?  Humility says it's because I've not written anything good...or droll...or memorable...or universal...or what-have-you that grabs--or nudges--you. But still, I am compelled to write.  I hope you, dear reader, will write too, if you will, about anything at all that you find in TLPOP, any little reaction, any little thrill.  Even that you can do better...and share it, if you will...
So, today's challenge by Napowrimo is: "And now for our prompt (optional, as always). Today I challenge you to write a ruba’i. What’s that? Well, it’s a Persian form — multiple stanzas in the ruba’i form are a rubaiyat, as in The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam. Basically, a ruba’i is a four-line stanza, with a rhyme scheme of AABA. Robert Frost’s famous poem Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening uses this rhyme scheme."
Really, something that simple, that plain a thought:  I was out for a ride. I stopped to consider snow falling in the woods.  I wondered what my horse thought about my stopping there,--he seemed to sense something out of order.  But that's really all the time I have to think about that.

So, what can I say in a ruba'i or rubaiyat?  Let's try...

Comments Please

When something you thought would be easy turns out not so,
who is there to commiserate, where do you go?
When you're up for the day but your body cries 'bed,'
do you do what you should, or heed body instead?

Or is body in bed the most important thing?
What if you need to cry, but the occasion says 'sing'?
When your best friend is revealed as not very nice
and, by implication, you've enabled her vice?

What, when your dream nears your reach, then it fades,
would you say to aspiring lads and maids?
Can you believe possibility lives?
Can you hope? Can you rise? Accept what life gives?

What do you have to say about THAT?
                                         ....Shirley Smith Franklin

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Lies, lies, all lies

Today a prompt from Daisy Fried:  write a ten line poem of ten lies...silly, complicated, tricky, or obvious...Cheeky challenge.

Notice to Readers

If you read this poem before breakfast, your coffeepot will never run dry
You can always deceive people, because there is no such thing as lie.
Drying tennis shoes in the dryer will restore them just like new.
Don't look now, but somebody is always standing right behind you.
The gibbous moon is unstable, and only occurs when the world is at peace.
Ball point pens were invented, but are now illegal, on a tiny island in Greece.
Writing drivel like this will make your brain more intelligent.
At least it will understand why you did, and where the time went.
A half truth doesn't count as a lie unless you're standing on a crack.
If you carry this poem in your pocket , today's schedule will stay on track.
                                                           --Shirley Smith Franklin

Monday, April 14, 2014

Twenty Questions

Napowrimo's prompt for day fourteen is a version of the game of twenty questions:  Simply write a poem, any poem, in which every line is a question.   Here are twenty three.  Kind of bald, as a poem; not very poetic, but maybe, someday, I can hone a worthy poem from some of these thoughts!...

How do I love thee?
How would you like to be loved?
How do you love me?

Do you remember what moved you?
When was the first time we met?
Did you know how truly I loved you?

Why do we argue so often?
Is this normal, for husband and wife?
What would cause our hearts to soften?

Do you know how I love you to hold me?
Do I listen to understand your cues?
Did I believe your love when you told me?

Shall I compare us to an early fall?
Can nights be both warm and chilly?
Is there a reason every time you call?

When you laugh, do you laugh sincerely?
Do I know when you come and go?
Do you know I picture you clearly?

When you go away, why do I fall ill?
When together, why do you confuse me?
When you're gone, why are you with me still?

How do I love thee, dear one?
How do I know you love me still?
                                        ---Shirley Smith Franklin

Kenning: A Nordic concept

Napowrimo day thirteen.  Today's assignment involves writing a poem that includes at leasn one 'kenniing,' which is a newly-coined adjective which is made up of two words, joined together as a descriptive term, this usage probably arising out of similar language in Nordic sagas, to which this fragment is similar in meter.

Fanfare for When the North Wind Blows

There blows winter-harbinger,
See, he blows the branches bare.
Then he stalks both here and hinter,
seeks destruction-wreakimg there.
Winter-bringer, bone-cold-zinger,
stern he stalks without a care
save to make our homeland colder,
banish songbirds everywhere.
                            --Shirley Smith Franklin

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Replacement Poem - An Exercise

Day twelve: Quoting from the Napowrimo website, "Today’s (optional) prompt is a “replacement” poem. Pick a common noun for a physical thing, for example, “desk” or “hat” or “bear,” and then pick one for something intangible, like “love” or “memories” or “aspiration.” Then Google your tangible noun, and find some sentences using it. Now, replace that tangible noun in those sentences with your intangible noun, and use those sentences to create (or inspire) a poem. "

All right, I picked 'hand,' and 'motivation'.  Let's see what happens!  
(This exercise turned out to be more fun than I expected.  I enjoyed it.)

Selected topics in the motivation section were developed in partnership with the American Society for Surgery of the motivation. 
The Grand Motivation Gallery specializes in fine American craft and fine art by artists from across the U.S., with a particular focus on artists from Minnesota.
On one motivation, we can appeal for peace, and on the other, declarewar.
All motivations on deck! 
These gloves will keep your motivations warm.
She put her motivations over her eyes.
He sat quietly with his motivations folded in his lap.

Do you need a motivation?

One Last Cup

Napowrimo Day Eleven - Write an anacreon -- Named after an early Greek poet who wrote mainly about the muses, and wine and song, though not to the point of bacchanalia.  Although 'lyrical' and 'elegance' have been used to describe his work, the one poem I saw in translation was almost as
light as the old Burma Shave ditties of years gone by.

Being an afficianado of song, though not of wine, this assignment challenges me to find something to say that 'works..' Mid-night wakefulness finds me penning praise of the cup, though not the song:

One Last Cup

I rise. Solitary, I rise,
by the morn's early light,
solitary, I repair
to the solitude of my kitchen,
surreptitious, for this cup
of singular delight.
Seven are the ingredients,
I add them just so;
each one in right proportion --
though who is to know?
No man to chide me,
no woman beside me
contends with the content
of this matchless cup,
its warmth conspiring to fill me up.
Then it's Drink! to the promise of morning,
aye, drink to the comforts of night.
Though my pillow still pleads
as its own warmth recedes,
ramen shall be my delight.
                         -- Shirley Smith Franklin

Friday, April 11, 2014

(A Bad Ad)

Napowrimo Day 10's challenge is to write an ad, as simple as a Burma Shave jingle, or whatever develops...I recall an assignment to do something like this in junior high school and still remember the ditty about a fictitious soup I wrote at that time.  I'm not so into it this time around, but come up with:

The Good Egg

You know how some people seem naturally good?
They are always doing and saying things they should,
not just please and thanks, but a little bit more?
That's how you will find us at our Super Store.
'Need a friendly smile, or a handshake at the door?
Our Super Store has that, and a little more.
Need to find a product or informative lore?
We will help you find it at our Super Store.
Need to return an item you never wore?
No problem, we'll accept it, so evermore,
Keep your pocketbook handily at your side
Because you're sure to find something at Super Store!
                                     -- Shirley Smith Franklin