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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…

STEM Tuesday and NaPoWriMo

Today’s prompt: write about money! It could be about not having enough, having too much (a nice kind of problem to have), the smell, or feel, or sensory aspects of money. It could also just be a poem about how we decide what has value or worth. Okay, the prompt doesn’t fit very well with my mashup today. That’s a three-way mashup:  money-poetry-STEM.  What a challenge. Fifty Cents of Jiggle Pearl B. Wart in 1845 took hides Soaked Oink in Acid, Moo in Alkalis. Triple helix unraveled to re-tangle Trapped water, formed globs without angle. Adipic and Fumeric add tartness…

Gratitude Monday and NaPoWriMo Mashup

In case you’re popping in for the first time, April is National Poetry Writing Month.  For the past few years, I set aside my usual writing and focus on poetry.  Be forewarned, I’m a horrible poet.  Still, I enjoy the challenge of distilling my thoughts to succinct images and form.  This year, I decided to keep my usually format intact, and do a mashup of subject and poetry. So I dedicate my Monday post to Gratitude.  What a great way to start the workweek. And… Today’s prompt from makes me happy.  Today’s prompt  springs from the form known as the aubade. These are morning…

Photo Friday and NaPoWriMo #3

Today’s challenge: write a fourteener. Fourteeners can be have any number of lines, but each line should have fourteen syllables. Traditionally, each line consisted of seven iambic feet (i.e., an unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable, times seven), but non-iambic fourteeners also exist. I longed for, searched for, hoped for, Signs that winter fled for spring. Purple pushed away dead brown, Yellow stretched green to birth. Blue on white whispered welcome. Alleluia. I Believe. Please join my Photo Friday link-up by clicking the frog below:  

NaPoWriMO #30 Farewell to Verse

Today’s NaPoWriMo Day 30 challenge is to write a poem of farewell.       We came together for 30 days. Shorter than a dessert stay. Longer than the agony waged. Fifteen flow from heart to page. Fifteen measly verses, Fifteen days of curses. Fun or fancy or just plain silly? Mind and heart beat willy-nilly. Good-bye poets till next April. Respect over love, yet still a thrill.     Related articles NaPoWriMo Day 29: Broken Record NaPoWriMo: Day 29

NaPoWriMo: Day 29: It’s All in My Head

I’ve been out of touch. Tied up in family and by infection.  Yes, the two take me in ways unrelated and yet the same.  Love is infectious, after all.  But enough about where I’ve been for the last few days. Today’s prompt is waaay to complicated for me, so I’m going it on my own.  This poem is prompted by the evolution of daily care.   It’s All in My Head Wash and Condition, Gel and Blow. Pluck the Cat Whiskers, Netty the Nose. Brush, Stimulate, and Floss. Now Scrape the Tongue. Straighten and Gloss. Two levels of Moisture: With…

NaWriPoMo and Photo Friday: Seven Signs of Aging

Day 18:  I’m not following a prompt today.   I based his poem on a memory of a grandchild’s candor that still tickles me. Seven Signs of Aging Said Little Boy, while sitting in the tub, What are you doing to your face? “It’s eyes and throat I rub. An exercise in futility, The wrinkles to erase.” Said Little Boy, with smile all  broad and wise, Better put some round the back. O my Olay, I write to criticize? More than seven signs of aging. A child can tell you that.  

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