I discovered yesterday that there is a whole NaPoWrMo movement! I've been doing this on my own (and with those I know) for years, but an email from VIDA I received yesterday mentioned it off-handedly. How great!
There is even a website with prompts!
Hooray! Just wanted to share that bit of info for those of you who may need more direct prompts.
I for one have life to thank for oddity and inspiration.
A sink hole opened up under my van today. It is stuck in every sense of the word, mostly because I have car in front and behind me that prevents any effort to pull it out. So -- That is great! (Sarcasm.)
So, since I am stuck at home, I'm going to get some work done and some poems written. We'll see what happens.
I jotted these down as they came to me with minor edits. I think they have potential under further edits, though they hit on familiar topics for me -- and clearly show what's on my mind today.
Happy to be right on track for the challenge, though!
NPMC Poem 5
"God's Humor"
I once heard
that God laughed at our plans
at the silly, simple humans
trying to control their own destiny
as if a single day belonged to them
But I was never told
if God laughed in mirth or glee
or with an evil guffaw
If God shuts a door
they say he opens another
a window perhaps
to fling yourself from
They're just some silly sayings
that haunt or ease the troubled mind
Still, as each plan breaks
I strain to hear if God is near
with a chuckle or a sigh
or the creaking of a door
or window being gently pried
NPMC Poem 6
"A Fickle Season"
Spring is such a fickle thing
never fully here
It lets the grasp of Winter
clutch and cling and gloat
And when Summer starts to stare
Spring bows and bends and breaks
Rare is a pure Spring day
full of warmth and breeze and bloom
NPMC Poem 7
"Time's Revenge"
Children are lords of time
consuming it without remorse
or reason or notice
They can make an hour pass
quicker than a fly
or make it drag and drone
slower than a hobbled horse
They'll have the second hand tick
and annoyingly click
like the bad wheel on a cart
that flips and jitters
and refuses to turn the right way
Or suck all the seconds into a vortex
as you do this and that and this to their will
making no room for other tasks or thoughts or notice
And yet they have no concept
of the power that they wield
Tuesday means nothing more
than yesterday than an hour or more
And just as they begin to grasp
the meaning and power
of this elusive life altering force
they lose all control
aging out
from lord to burgher
to prisoner
until they age no more
There is even a website with prompts!
Hooray! Just wanted to share that bit of info for those of you who may need more direct prompts.
I for one have life to thank for oddity and inspiration.
A sink hole opened up under my van today. It is stuck in every sense of the word, mostly because I have car in front and behind me that prevents any effort to pull it out. So -- That is great! (Sarcasm.)
So, since I am stuck at home, I'm going to get some work done and some poems written. We'll see what happens.
I jotted these down as they came to me with minor edits. I think they have potential under further edits, though they hit on familiar topics for me -- and clearly show what's on my mind today.
Happy to be right on track for the challenge, though!
NPMC Poem 5
"God's Humor"
I once heard
that God laughed at our plans
at the silly, simple humans
trying to control their own destiny
as if a single day belonged to them
But I was never told
if God laughed in mirth or glee
or with an evil guffaw
If God shuts a door
they say he opens another
a window perhaps
to fling yourself from
They're just some silly sayings
that haunt or ease the troubled mind
Still, as each plan breaks
I strain to hear if God is near
with a chuckle or a sigh
or the creaking of a door
or window being gently pried
NPMC Poem 6
"A Fickle Season"
Spring is such a fickle thing
never fully here
It lets the grasp of Winter
clutch and cling and gloat
And when Summer starts to stare
Spring bows and bends and breaks
Rare is a pure Spring day
full of warmth and breeze and bloom
NPMC Poem 7
"Time's Revenge"
Children are lords of time
consuming it without remorse
or reason or notice
They can make an hour pass
quicker than a fly
or make it drag and drone
slower than a hobbled horse
They'll have the second hand tick
and annoyingly click
like the bad wheel on a cart
that flips and jitters
and refuses to turn the right way
Or suck all the seconds into a vortex
as you do this and that and this to their will
making no room for other tasks or thoughts or notice
And yet they have no concept
of the power that they wield
Tuesday means nothing more
than yesterday than an hour or more
And just as they begin to grasp
the meaning and power
of this elusive life altering force
they lose all control
aging out
from lord to burgher
to prisoner
until they age no more
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