The above photo was taken by me just before starting work on this poem from the spot where I park my ass to write. No filters, no retouching, it is what it is. If you want to use it, please credit me.
From where I'm sitting
There are doves and sparrows in the tree outside
my window
Plotting to take a dump on my car
People compare me to a whale because of my size
But really, I'm more like a badger
A loner in my warren
Writing adult fantasy
My deadpan would do Daria proud
Though I’m not a Morgendorffer
I’m a Hartley
A stag standing alone in my field
First name Cara
Meaning beloved in Italian
I haven’t a sprinkling of Italian in my blood,
and nobody loves me
The name means “friend” in Celtic, and I’ve
tried to be that, although
I don’t know if I’ve done very well
Lorraine is a town in France, and that’s all I
know about it
There is often an odor in my warren
The result of my cooking experiments
Not my perspiration
I imagine most would find me far from dignified
Sitting in the crevice of my couch
Never ecstatic and far from upwardly mobile
I must be careful about the motions I make with
my arms
So as not to cause them to convulse with pain
Compromise brought about by old work injuries
There have been many injuries to this used-up body
rife with fat and gristle
I once was strong, but I never much appreciated
it
I would rather have pushed buttons
Than be forced to work with people
Though some of my patients taught valuable lessons
I didn’t mind jobs where my function
Was transporting things over the road
Now I live in a brick seashell
In
a tiny landlocked town
Waiting
for delivery of a freezer
While wishing to hear the news
That the Trump Crime Family was headed for prison
~cie~
280 Words
Day 14: Write a "from where you're sitting" poem.
Compare a human experience to a trait of an animal.
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/04/12/wordle-236/Ecstatic
Seashell
Odor
Arms
Motion
Gristle
Upward
Convulse
Perspire
Buttons
Loner
Crevice
Day 12
“Past and Future.” This prompt challenges you to write a poem using at least one word/concept/idea from each of two specialty dictionaries: Lempriere’s Classical Dictionary and the Historical Dictionary of Science Fiction.
I used Daria from Lempriere's Classical Dictionary, although I refer to the 1990s cartoon character Daria rather than the Mesopotamian city.
I used the reference "adult fantasy" from the Historical Dictionary of Science Fiction. Most of my fictional works could be classified as adult fantasy.
Day 13: write a poem in the form of a news article you wish would come out tomorrow.
Day 14: write a poem that delves into the meaning of your first or last name.
TRANSPORT
DIGNIFIED
ROAD
https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/04/weekly-scribblings-65-bird-is-word.html
Write a bit of poetry or prose involving birds.
The Icky, Sticky, Nit-Picky Legalese If You Please (Or Don't Please)
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This was a fascinating piece. Cara is the name of Supergirl — but spelled with a K... Kara Zor-El. Not sure what the hell that has to do with anything? It just struck me as I read.
ReplyDeleteWhat an incredible blend of prompts, Cara! I enjoyed the stream of consciousness ramble from where you’re sitting, just watching the birds, and the exploration of your name. I often feel like a badger alone in my warren but hope to get out and about again soon. The oxymoronic image in these lines called out to me:
ReplyDelete‘Now I live in a brick seashell
In a tiny landlocked town’.
What a delightful monologue that invites the reader to enter your world. Fact or fiction it matters nothing as piece places the reader right there with you.
ReplyDeleteI hope and believe that you are undestimating yourself but feeling like that (as you so often do) is a tragedy.
ReplyDeleteAnd I hope your freezer arrives soon.
PS: I like your view - and love the window.
ReplyDeleteI'm joining you in waiting for the Trump Crime Family to be imprisoned. (It may be a long wait.) Meanwhile, I do hope that the sparrows and doves spare your car!
ReplyDeleteHow wonderfully you combined all these prompts! The Trump Crime Family – that's calling it like it is! All your details are wonderful, building up to a complete picture of someone who, if not loved, is at least very likeable at this remove.
ReplyDeleteOutstanding, Cie! You covered quite a bit, with a biting tongue to match.
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