Showing posts with label age before beauty. Show all posts
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Friday, April 26, 2024

April PAD Challenge and NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 26

 

Image by Prasert Taosiri from Pixabay

Hello, Poetry People. After yesterday's long, drawn-out prose poem answering the Proust Survey, I opted for a short and sparky Haiku today.


Today's April PAD Challenge prompt asked for a Persona poem.


Today's NaPoWriMo prompt asked poets to write a poem that involves alliteration, consonance, and assonance. 

Alliteration is the repetition of a particular consonant sound at the beginning of multiple words. Consonance is the repetition of consonant sounds elsewhere in multiple words, and assonance is the repetition of vowel sounds.


I needed a persona promptly, so I chose a chunk of charcoal and penned a volcanic (or at least fiery) verse.

There will be no sitting back basking in the glow of my cleverness, however. I need to edit the story I'm submitting to Dragon Soul Press for their fairy anthology. I need to begin composing my query letter and selecting which poems I'll submit to the Soul Ink 2 anthology. I am also planning on releasing a drabble memoir for your 60th birthday next year, so I want to lay the groundwork for that.

It can't be my 60th birthday coming up. Therefore, it has to be yours.

~Old Ornery Owl Has Spoken~


Everything old is new again.
Except for this car.
It's just old.


Thursday, April 25, 2024

April PAD Challenge + NaPoWriMo Day 25

 

Image by Rheo from Pixabay

Today's combination of prompts made for a unique poem. It would also be possible to turn each of the lines from this poem into a suite of poems.


Today's April PAD Challenge prompt asks participants to pick up their pens and pen a homonym poem. The host also provides examples of both homographs and homophones.




Meanwhile, today's NaPoWriMo prompt suggests that poets base their poetry on the Proust Questionnaire.


I steamily stewed while fishing through queries to stew up a questionable kettle of steaming homographic and homophonic phish...er...fish.

Then I noticed the immersive questionnaire at the end of the NaPoWriMo post.

Back to work with me!

I may turn these questions into a series of essays or just drabbles. I may do the same with the Proust questionnaire. Maybe I'll get a jump on next year's A to Z Blogging Challenge.

I'll be finishing the April Camp NaNoWriMo today. There's another Camp NaNoWriMo in July, and because I'm a masochist who hates myself, I'll join in. 

Before wrapping this session up, I wanted to take a minute to tell you about AutoCrit. I rely on this program for self-editing, but they also provide numerous writing workshops every month, and many of these are free for members.


I am a lifetime member of AutoCrit. I will earn a small commission for any new memberships initiated via this link.

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~





I always love these deep house mixes. I'd rather they featured images of the ocean or boats or something rather than an endless flow of scantily clad young women. At the very least they could throw in a little phantom man-ass, though admissibly, the men they chose would all be too young for me. I prefer my phantom man-ass well seasoned and tough enough to handle a salty old kitchen witch like Yours Truly. 

I've yet to find the right man for the job and am pretty well convinced he doesn't exist outside of my imagination. Plus, in fairness, this kitchen witch is an untrusting old bitch. How's that for an unabashedly honest revelation?

Image by Jo Justino from Pixabay

Forget the slinky seductress nonsense. It always felt false when I tried to play that role. This is the real me.

Tuesday, July 30, 2019

Carpe Diem Summer Challenge 2019 + Tuesday Platform: Coming Full Circle: Not Your Summer Tryst Under the Big Moon


no summer love here
hope for a rainstorm to come
far from any beach

on a faraway seashore
as the children gather shells
couple making love

I want a garden
perhaps a small waterfall
spilling over stones

don't want a French kiss
I take tea with sunflower
won't lurk in shadow

~Cie~



Note:
I've never been keen for flings and I don't like being anyone's dirty little secret. Finding a summer love never appealed to me, and I've only been to the beach once in my life. I'd much rather spend my time on mundane activities such as gardening than engaging in an ill-advised mating dance which will only end in heartbreak for me. 
Frankly, in many ways, I'm quite content not to be young anymore. I only wish I had the strength and endurance of my youth. The impulsiveness, stupidity, and desperate lovesick puppy behavior is more than welcome to remain in the past.