STEM Tuesday and NaPoWriMo Mashup

Tuesday is for STEM. And April is Poetry.  Yikes!

Today’s prompt:– the erasure! This involves taking a pre-existing text and blacking out or erasing words, while leaving the placement of the remaining words intact.

National Geographic published an article, “War on Science,” which I want to share.  I put it off thinking it was too big and deep to write a poem about.  Maybe not.  I had too much to erase, so I used some poetic license. Here goes:


War of  Tribes

Dr. Strangelove        drinks only rainwater

Fluoridation                       communist plot.  1964

2013   Oregon blocked “chemicals”

                natural mineral

hardens tooth enamel.

                     We Don’t Believe You.

   Doubters    war   experts.

Diabolical agency?

  make people argumentative.

GMO     in lab  or through breeding

                                      crackle with real and imaginary hazards.

                                        Global warming is a hoax.

We Don’t Believe You

Ebola      virus with supernatural powers

A dinosaur in Eden?   All life    evolved from microbes.

Biology incomprehensible without it.

The Earth is Square    or Galileo’s round

We Don’t Believe You.

Cling to intuition     naïve beliefs.

Crave patterns, reject randomness. Absolutes rarely declared.

Humans existed since time began.

Thousands      of scientists

                                across the globe


mavericks, naysayers, controversialists and table thumpers.

We Don’t Believe You.

Scientific knowledge used to reinforce beliefs

Science rational,                     Belief emotional.

Egalitarian and communitarians suspicious of industry

Individualists and hierarchical respect leaders.

It all comes down to high school

We want to


                                      fit in,

                                                      be liked.

Filter bubbles     information     already believed

      Supports our Tribe      Who we are.

We Don’t Believe You.

Everybody should question

                 It’s scary

                          It’s rapid.

Minds change.

It doesn’t come naturally.    Neither does democracy.

Coldblooded science,    the killer app.

We Don’t Believe You.

If you’re interested in the National Geographic article, here’s the link:  Feel free to let me know how I did capturing the essence in this poem.



Gratitude Monday and NaPoWriMo Mashup

Today is gratitude Monday and it’s still April.  So another Mashup.

 Today’s challenge: write a poem that states the things you know. For example, “The sky is blue” or “Pizza is my favorite food” or “The world’s smallest squid is Parateuthis tunicata.


The weather wafted warm and pleasant,

Daffodils sturdy and still standing wiltless.

Squares cut waiting, beg to be quilted.

Yard work complete, at least for the present.

Two lone tulips bud bright red with promise.

A dozen query letters, some advice,

 Interred with Their Bones, GREAT, to be honest.

Two kind rejections. Really. It’s nice.

Much closer to success than yesterday.

A friend is healing more each day.

Quilts, flowers, friends, books. Like lovely caresses.

Evening rain, rest, reading, wine and more blesses.



PhotoFriday and NaPoWriMo Mashup

Today’s challenge: (well, it’s actually yesterday’s challenge)

write a “social media”-style poem. Namecheck all of your friends. Quote from their texts, tweets, FB status updates, twitter accounts, and blogposts, and the back of the cereal box on your breakfast table. The poem is about you and you are about what you say, think, talk, eat. You might end up with a poem that seems bizarrely solipsistic (like the internet itself, maybe?), but there might also be a spark there of something live and fun and present (like the verbal equivalent of a really great animated cat .gif).

I hope my friends recognize their posts!


Day 3 of my art project.

That’s not me. It’s the Me in the past.

Perfectly imperfect.

There was a time when I blurted –

10+ ways to exercise facial muscles.

Perfectly imperfect.

Now I do it in my head.

Held our move back, just for this.

Perfectly imperfect.

Kept a kid from getting flattened in traffic,

To bring freedom to mankind.

Perfectly imperfect.

Knowledge is all around you,

get them to talk to each other.

Perfectly imperfect.

Just take a second to look.

It’s not enough to have a good mind.

Perfectly imperfect.

we must use it well.

Bon Jovi is playing overhead. Let’s do this!

Perfectly imperfect.

I’ll take that!


Keely's Birthday

OFOTW and NaPoWriMo Mashup

Today’s challenge:  write a poem that addresses itself or some aspect of its self (i.e. “Dear Poem,” or “what are my quatrains up to?”; “Couplet, come with me . . .”) This might seem a little meta at first, or even kind of cheesy. But it can be a great way of interrogating (or at least, asking polite questions) of your own writing process and the motivations you have for writing, and the motivations you ascribe to your readers.

This seems impossible.  Oh well, What’s a challenge, without a challenge. First the outfit. I’m ready to go to my ASQ leadership meeting. I love these giant snaps on my favorite blue blazer.  If anyone has tips Continue reading

STEM Tuesday and NaPoWriMo Mashup

Believe it or not, the subject of my poem came to me as I pulled into my driveway yesterday afternoon.  Well, Laurel helped out a little by writing a poem about the Kliedescope unfolding of her lilacs.  My lilacs still look like winter-dead sticks.

Today’s challenge: write a poem that takes the form of a dialogue. Your conversant could be real people, or be personifications, as in Andrew Marvell’s A Dialogue Between the Soul and the Body, or Yeats’ A Dialogue of Self and Soul. Like Marvell, and Yeats, you could alternate stanzas between your two speakers, or perhaps you could give them alternating lines. Your speakers could be personifications, like those in Marvell and Yeats’ poems, or they could be two real people. Hopefully, this prompt will give you a chance to represent different points of view in the same poem, or possibly to create a dramatic sense of movement and tension within the poem.


Microclimate is a Real Thing

Did you ship in the snow?

Why do you ask? It’s Christmas you know.

I’m dumbfounded, nothing to say.

There’s no snow elsewhere, not even a mile away.

We live in a microclimate, that’s what I say.

Where’s the crocuses and daffodils? We see them below.

Leaves cling to oaks, meaning spring is delayed.

Two maybe three weeks of winter to go.

Warm weather eludes us, I’m afraid.

We live in a microclimate, I told you it’s so.

What that? juncos and grosbeak and orange tanagers here;

River snakes visit,feigning rattlesnake power.

Always something different, it seems rather queer.

The flora, the fauna. It’s the slope, soil, or the water.

We live in a microclimate. It’s different here.

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Gratitude Monday and NaPoWriMo Mashup

Today’s challenge: write a riddle poem. This poem should describe something without ever naming it. Perhaps each line could be a different metaphor for the same object? Maybe the title of the poem can be the “answer” to the riddle.





Scenes from a Spring Tornado
Green Ferns sit on porches,
Yellow Jonquils bop merry,
While Sky Lightning torches,
Purple Hyacinth waft eery.
Questions, Frets, and phone calls alert,
Swirling and Dipping and Touching down.
Some: Pray, Relief, Fears avert.
Begin again, out and up from under the ground.

Okay, it might be a bit hard to see the gratitude in this scene, and maybe it wasn’t that much of a riddle either.  Still, I have gratitude in the wake of destruction:

♥  The houseplants are finally outside again. Yay!

♥  My jonquils are up and waving merry. So cheerful.

♥  In spite of my fears driving west, while a tornado bore east, the lightning was, indeed, spectacular.

♥  All that lightning is good for the soil.  It adds nitrogen.

♥  The scent of the Hyacinths fill me with heady perfume.

♥  Again, thanks to technology, Loved-One alerted me to the danger of a tornado.

♥  Technology filled our homes with alerts,  pictures and video of a spectacular tornado.  Wow!

♥  Although the tornado devastated property, it spared so many people. It could have been so much worse.

♥  People are coming together to help rebuild, or just to help the homeless and grieving.

♥  Plus, I so appreciate the thoughts and prayers from friends near and far.  Thank you!


Photo Friday and NaPoWriMo Mashup

Today’s challenge: write an abecedarian poem – a poem with a structure derived from the alphabet. There are a couple of ways of doing this. You could write a poem of 26 words, in which each word begins with a successive letter of the alphabet. You could write a poem of 26 lines, where each line begins with a successive letter. Or finally, if you’d prefer to narrow your focus, perhaps you could write a poem which focuses on a few letters, using words that repeat them.

Almost New Again

A routine drive
Brought 'round the lake
Ceases a moment.
Drive slows round the curve
Everyday occurrence found new.
Flagged beautiful today,
Halts time in space.
Image like paintings;
Jesus, sweet Jesus!
Keeps breath in place.
Life stands still, silent,
Moment on moment frozen,
Nature at rest before
Opening to warmth, like
Prayers unspoken, or
Quietly said,
Routines repeat while
Silent beauty waits
To be  revealed:
Unraveled, unfurled.
Virtually dead, no sleeping beneath
Words fail to  describe
eXacting a memory forever more,
Yester-morn's stillness
Zinks-zonks soul to pause.
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iPhone 5 photo with “Chrome” filter.


OFOTW and NaPoWriMo Mashup

I missed my poem yesterday.  A bad day for me.  Food poisoning?  Some intestinal bug?  Whatever, I only managed 727 steps, according to Fitbit.  Most of them to bed and to you-know-where.

Okay, so back to the keyboard with today’s challenge:

write a visual poem.

I took a look at examples, which are either abstract pictures or text arranged to make a picture.  What do you know?  One of the bloggers I follow, Silver Poetry, seems to be a visual poet.  Arna Baartz might  balk at that label; I have a feeling she’s resists labels..  I’m no expert. So here’s my attempt at the mashup.





Easter Bonnetless

Lean muscled, or so I’m told,

Neck and thumbs

and  ankles reveal I’m old. Dancing eyes match youthful smile.

Hourglass, though thicker now. Karina dress, Made in America, WoW.

Right colors to match the

mood. Never-iron simplicity

is more than good. Hotter shoes made in England, where people

walk a lot. Gives a sassy wedge, that will besot. A black sweater because

you never know, Spring is cold and hot