Dear Reader,
I appreciate every one of you who has visited my blog this month. I promise to 'catch up' on the last several days, where I've only entered the prompt-for-the-day so far, as we go on into May...so please keep coming back. After completing the Napowrimo month challenge, my blog goal will be to share the throes of revising and reorganizing both my study and my writing.
Meanwhile, today's challenge: "And now our (optional) prompt. Today I challenge you to find a news article, and to write a poem using (mostly, if not only) words from the article! You can repeat them, splice them, and rearrange them however you like. Although the vocabulary may be “just the facts,” your poem doesn’t have to be — it doesn’t even have to be about the subject of the news article itself. Happy writing!"
(Hmmm...Does anyone know how to control the line spacing in the blog? Please comment!)
An author comments on Facebook (re the frequency counter at <www.writewords.org.uk>) that the most frequent words in her latest book were: white, lake, light, hands, small, house, home, blue, red, mother, school, and plastic, which I shall attempt to work into a poem today:
Retrospective
How often in the white light
of a full moon winter's night
my thoughts return to my
small Fininish grandmother.
I imagine her
examining her small hands
from her chair near the window
overlooking the frozen lake
near the small house
which was her last home.
What now are her thoughts
as she sits alone, her years
as a wife and mother complete.
Once accustomed to weaving
endless rag rugs shot through
with strips of red and blue,
while hearty dishes of meat,
potatoes, and bulging roots
put forth a welcoming aroma
to greet their snow frosted
nine children, his, hers, and ours,
when they returned from school,
does she remember those days
as, come dinnertime, she rises
to thaw this evening's meal
from its container of plastic? ---Shirley Smith Franklin
(Hmmm...Does anyone know how to control the line spacing in the blog? Please comment!)
An author comments on Facebook (re the frequency counter at <www.writewords.org.uk>) that the most frequent words in her latest book were: white, lake, light, hands, small, house, home, blue, red, mother, school, and plastic, which I shall attempt to work into a poem today:
Retrospective
How often in the white light
of a full moon winter's night
my thoughts return to my
small Fininish grandmother.
I imagine her
examining her small hands
from her chair near the window
overlooking the frozen lake
near the small house
which was her last home.
What now are her thoughts
as she sits alone, her years
as a wife and mother complete.
Once accustomed to weaving
endless rag rugs shot through
with strips of red and blue,
while hearty dishes of meat,
potatoes, and bulging roots
put forth a welcoming aroma
to greet their snow frosted
nine children, his, hers, and ours,
when they returned from school,
does she remember those days
as, come dinnertime, she rises
to thaw this evening's meal
from its container of plastic? ---Shirley Smith Franklin
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