No-Comfort Zone Challenge two weeks ending May 6th

Brook Farm circa 1891, farmhouse was a part of...

Brook Farm circa 1891, farmhouse was a part of the Shadowbrook Estate, Lenox,MA (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Just realized that I am a week behind on my posting for the No-Comfort Challenge!  So, last time my goal was to work towards prepping for Massachusetts, and that has been my prime focus. I started to pack last night, only to realize it was much too soon. Unless I want to go barefoot for the next week.

My feet would not be very happy about that. So, I have assembled most of the things but final packing will be later in the week.My challenge there will be not to overpack.

My GPS is programmed, my driving directions are printed out along with reservation info etc. A few errands to run in regard to supplies and stuff, and US $. Will likely do that early in the week. The more I can focus on that stuff, the less time I have to worry about the actual trip. I can still feel the low-level anxiety cranking in the background though. I am trying to ignore it, as I know it won’t die until I actually arrive in Lenox. I have no worries so far about the trip back!

And I just love these two old images I found, both of the place where we will be staying, Brook Farm Inn, and the woodprint of Lenox!

View of Lenox, MA; from an 1839 woodprint by J...

View of Lenox, MA; from an 1839 woodprint by John Warner Barber, published in Massachusetts Historical Collections, 1839. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

For the poetry part of it, I am about halfway through the critiques for the other poets. A new batch has just arrived, so I still have three poets to review.  I spent all day Friday on that (finally! I kept putting it off…) So I think I am doing okay for time.

So, what about my submitting project? Nothing new on the litmag front, but I did submit five poems to the Poetic Asides challenge that ended April 30. Did that right away last Monday. But I won’t be thinking much about any of that for the next two weeks. My main upcoming challenge is keeping up my confidence that I can make this trip and that nothing will go wrong. I won’t get sick, I won’t get lost.  Oh, and I won’t have a car accident.

Oh, and meanwhile, Tuesday night I find out about my short-listed poem in the CAA National Capital Writing Contest.  Carol

Day 30 NaPoWriMo Remembering

Day 30 NaPoWriMo

And now, the final prompt. Artist and writer Joe Brainard is probably best remembered for his 1970 poem/memoir I Remember. The book consists of multiple statements beginning with the phrase “I remember,” including:

I remember my first erections. I thought I had some terrible disease or something.

I remember the only time I ever saw my mother cry. I was eating apricot pie.

I remember when my father would say “Keep your hands out from under the covers” as he said goodnight. But he said it in a nice way.

I remember when I thought that if you did anything bad, policemen would put you in jail.

Today’s prompt asks you to write a poem incorporating at least three “I remember” statements. This invocation of memory seems a fitting way to end our month together.

Good luck, and happy writing

So here is my attempt:

Youths playing the Red Rover game.

Red Rover game Wikipedia

I  Remember Being Ten

I remember the first taste of plums, bitter black
skin shielding  the sweetness in the flesh.

I remember winters in childhood, the temperature  sub zero,
the toboggan swift over snow, slam of spine against hard impact.

I remember the flash and flicker of black and white test patterns that filled
the television screen, dartboard geometrics, Indian head in full dress

I remember street games, the call and response, Red Rover, dibs and eeny
meeny counts, the sewer grate chosen as  first base, impatient warnings: CAR!

I remember Granny:  whispered warnings agains  opening the door to strangers,
Scotch mints in her pocket, her conspiratorial shush, finger firm against lips,

her sensible Oxford shoes.

Carol A. Stephen
April 30, 2012

Day 29 NaPoWriMo Write a clerihew or a Double-Dactyl

NaPoWriMo prompt says: Today’s prompt is to write either a clerihew or a double dactyl. These are brief, usually satirical poems. The clerihew is a four-line biographical poem, with an ABAB rhyme scheme and no regular meter. Here is an example:

Sir Humphry Davy
Was not fond of gravy.
He lived in the odium
Of having discovered sodium.

Double-dactyls are a bit longer and harder, with an extremely rigid rhyme/meter. A double dactyl consists of two four-line stanzas. The fourth lines of each stanza rhyme. But the meter is where it gets complicated: The first through third lines of each stanza must be six syllables, in the form of double dactyls (Stressed syllable followed by two unstressed syllables). The fourth line of each stanza is only four syllables long, with no particular meter requirements.

Finally, the first line of the first stanza is usually “Higgledy-piggledy” or some other repeating non-sense, like “Pat-a-cake, Pat-a-cake.” Note that both “higgledy-piggledy” and “pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake” are in the double dactyl form! Here’s one I wrote last year:

Higgledy-piggledy,
One Oliver Perry
Drove Brits from Lake Erie
With tactical ease.

Pressed to explain his great
nautical victory, he
laid all the blame on a
following breeze.

If you’re going to be really strict, one of the lines should consist of a single, six-syllable, double-dactyllic word (like “idiosyncrasy”). I didn’t quite manage that (and my meter’s a bit off), but you might!  Happy writing!

So here are my double-dactyls, two of them. The second one is a three-parter:

Michael I.

Higgledy Piggledy
Michael Ignatieff
harries Conservatives
thinks he knows best

Harper, Prime Minister
monomaniacal
refuses to listen
to hacks from the West

*****************

A Double Dactyl World History
from the Dinosaur to the Crusades

I. Ptero

rackety clackety
Cossimo Collini
talked of a fossil as
seagoing bird

but pterodactyl, that
strange flying reptile was
aerodynamical
if somewhat absurd.

II. Andronicus

hankety pankety
Titus Andronicus
wars with Tamora the
Queen of the Goths

Titus kills Alarbus
counterintelligence
tells him Tamora should
now be killed off.

***
III. Lionheart

Knightily mightily
Richard the Lionheart
went off crusading with
Philip of France.

Wed Berengaria
Daughter of Sancho, their
connubiality
mere happenstance.

***
Carol A. Stephen

 

Day 27 NaPoWriMo Nursery Rhyme or Clapping Rhyme

For Day 27 NaPoWriMo asks us to  write a nursery rhyme or clapping rhyme. Most nursery and clapping rhymes have strong rhythms, use rhyme and repetition extensively, and aren’t overly concerned with making sense. If you’re having trouble getting started, you might start with an existing nursery or clapping rhyme and play with its form, substituting words. Hopefully, this will make for a fun and easy way to end your work-week!

Here’s a skipping rhyme and two very bad nursery rhymes:

Slamming with Dragons Skipping Rhyme

I had a little dragon
His name was Silly Sam
I put him in a contest to see if he could slam
He took all the prizes, he ate the youngest judge
He got so full he couldn’t move even with a nudge
Out flew the timekeeper
Out flew the crowd
Out flew the poets from Poetry Out Loud
In crawled the timekeeper
In crawled the crowd
In crawled the poets from Poetry Out Loud

***

Figgerty, foggerty, filk
The cow gives up her milk
The pail is full
The cow stands still
Figgerty foggerty filk

***

Flim flugel flugel, the boy and his bugle
The poet has lost all her rhyme
Her syllable plan didn’t quite scan
And her iams just couldn’t keep time

Carol A. Stephen, April 27, 2012

Carol A. Stephen