NaPoWriMo April 1, 2016 FPR Impromptu – Remembering Cement

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Still working on April 1st, from the Found Poetry Review prompt generator provided by Patrick Williams.  His generator takes stacks of books he has compiled (as a librarian) and suggests a random prompt to be applied to the located text.  Link to the site: http://www.foundpoetryreview.com/blog/national-poetry-month-2016/

My first prompt:  Write a poem on the first memory encountered in “these two pages” from the generator.  That gave me this:  an article on concrete, with the following text actually readable:  concrete stone in brushed-out surface, used in military academy buildings.  The building is the Northwestern Military and Naval Academy at Lake Geneva Wisc.  My memories of concrete come from childhood, rather than go the cemetery statuary route :

 

Remembering Concrete

 

I was six or maybe seven the day we went walking while
they changed the electric cycle from sixty to one-ten.
Grey grit still draws its dark scar across my knee, in memory
of where I fell along the cinder walk.

Soon after, we kids were happy when great lumbering trucks
arrived with workmen dressed for spreading cement: new sidewalks
over the cinder bits. We no longer needed to walk awkwardly
on steel wheels of roller skates that wouldn’t skate over grit.

photo: C. Stephen

A year or two after that, I’d remember the concrete road outside our house,
where I first learned to ride my electric blue two-wheeler.  Rainbow streamers
and fancy reflectors did nothing to keep me stable and I went down hard,
no scars but these days — my back aches when it rains.

 

Carol A. Stephen

April 1, 2016

Line art drawing of a roller skate.

Line art drawing of a roller skate. (Wikipedia)

NaPoWriMo April 2016 Day 1

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Today’s the first day of National Poetry Month, and the first prompt I’m tackling is from NaPoWriMo.net Here’s the prompt from that website:  ” Today, I challenge you to write glopo2016button1a lune. This is a sort of English-language haiku. While the haiku is a three-line poem with a 5-7-5 syllable count, the lune is a three-line poem with a 5-3-5 syllable count. There’s also a variant based on word-count, instead of syllable count, where the poem still has three lines, but the first line has five words, the second line has three words, and the third line has five words again. Either kind will do, and you can write a one-lune poem, or write a poem consisting of multiple stanzas of lunes. “

 

I might even get away with saying that the first lune fits the Poetic Asides prompt to write a foolish poem for April Fool’s Day.  Almost.

My attempt at this one:

Day 1 April 2016

 

Lunarversity

English: Ventnor: looking down on the beach Ve...

Ventnor seafront from the shelter above Rene Howe Gardens Wikipedia)

First April day
weather fit only for fools:
sunny with rain.


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Cat paw syncopation:
does he wear tap shoes
chasing those balls?

 

Stubborn as rams
no April showers
douse the fire sign Aries

 

Fol. 34v Aries

Fol. 34v Aries (Wikipedia)

 

Poetry Superhighway 2015 Day 7 Old Timey Snake Gods

Day 7 poetry prompt from Poetry Super Highway reads:  Find the book closest to your immediate location. Open to page 45. Go to the fourth sentence on the page. The first six words are the first line of your poem.
GO!  Submitted by Emily Vieweg.

I’ve had a book on my desk awhile, waiting for mye to write some ancestor poems, and that is my source text. The first six words of sentence 4, page 45: Religious prejudice also survived, although less
The source: Life Below Stairs in the 20th Century, Pamela Horn, 2001, 2003 Sutton Publishing

So, religion can be a difficult subject at the best of times. I just let the words take me where they wanted to go. When I found myself writing less formally, I made a couple of edits to the first few lines but other than that, first draft here.

Old Timey Snake Gods

Religious prejudice has also survived, although less
commonly among carnivores. Cats tolerate a lot
long as they got a warm spot to curl them tails around.
Consider theyselves top deities anyways.
’Specially them blue-eyed Siamese—
when they’s not actin’ like pups.

Dogs still howl at the same moon as mother coyote
and brother wolf. Get enough of ‘em together,
they’d holler the silver lady right down to Earth.

It’s the Animalia chordata, the reptilians. They’re
bad for it, still pointin’ their forked tongues, still the hiss and
gossip about the fallin’-out from the Garden of Eden.

Snakes. Not like us. You look at ‘em sideways and
they does their own sidewindin’ dance. Or squeezin’ the life outta
some poor little rat not quick enough leavin’ the nest.

One night I seed ‘em all wound round each other
hissin’ and a windin’, lordy, lordy, make yer blood
run cold as their own.

I betcha when we ain’t lookin’, they’s walkin’ around
tall on their rattles and wearin’ some fancy snake-god clothes.
I prayed on it the once, but nothin’s changed much. We still got
snakes hereabouts. Windin’ and a hissin’. Watch yer step out here.

Carol A. Stephen
April 7, 2015


Snakes Black

Snakes Black (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

NaPoWriMo 2015 Day 7 Blanketed

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Today’s prompt:

(optional!) prompt: keeping to the theme of poetry’s value, Wallace Stevens famously wrote that “money is a kind of poetry.” So today, I challenge you to 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.

 

My poem is an ekphrastic poem, based on a satirical cartoon by Pawel Kuczynski. You can view it here: Dollar – Pawel Kuczynski – Canvas. In March, a Canadian soldier was killed in Iraq by friendly fire. They held a ceremony on the tarmac at Erbil before takeoff to bring his body home.

 

Blanketed

Behold the desert, blanketed with dollars.
No sound of drums: instead the muffled thwack
of metal as it beats against the fabric of money.
A treasure of weapons rains down upon sand.

Which gun will kill our own in friendly fire
out of the dark? Whose casket will travel
on the shoulders of eight comrades, blanketed
in the red and white flag, in ceremony
at Erbil in Iraq on a Sunday in March?

Carol A. Stephen

Erbil International Airport

Erbil International Airport (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

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