Showing posts with label autobiographical poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label autobiographical poems. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 14, 2021

From Where I'm Sitting

 


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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Sunday, April 28, 2019

NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 28 + Poems in April 2019 Day 28: Major Changes

Greetings from Grover, Colorado

Guess we're making an offer on a place that is
Really in the middle of nowhere
On the outskirts of the outskirts
Very far back in the backwater
Everything in the past leading us to this
Rural hotel in a very tiny town

Can't imagine that most folks would want to
Own a place that's such a 
Long way from everything
Out on the Northeastern plains
Rippling grasses and whispering winds
Accentuate the solitude
Dreary it may seem to most
Only the broken dream of such a view

~Cie~



Notes:
A daunting move filled with possibilities.
This place appears in the dictionary next to the phrase "fixer-upper" and the word "boonies."
It is zoned as a multi-use property and has given new life to my dead dreams.
This may be the most important move I will ever make.