Today's dawn chorus
Heavy on peepers and toads
Voices of the gods
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
It's nothing personal, but...
All the petty talk - words
about the weekend, the game, a trip to your grandma's.
Honestly, I don't care.
Yes, my weekend was nice, but
I don't want to tell you about it.
Not today, anyway.
Try me tomorrow - I might feel up to it then.
Want to gossip about who's not doing what at work?
Count me out.
I'm listening, but not participating
in your backstabbing nonsense.
Small talk is not on the table
for me today.
You've only said five words and already I'm tired
of your mouth -
aggravated by your need to engage me.
Don't you know it deflates me?
Can you hear my teeth gritting and
the "Shut up!" chant in my head?
I am my own best company.
I don't need your chatter to make my day work.
Just leave me alone, let me do my work,
where I can daydream but still be productive.
Please, kindly go away.
I'm having an Introvert's Monday.
Today's NaPoWriMo prompt asked us to get personal. What they were trying to tease out was a way for us to make our own poetry personal (i.e. give a voice, a shape, an identity to our poetry and what it means to us), but I ended up coming up with this instead. It's one thing to say that I'm an introvert, but it's another thing to actually put the inner dialog that comes with that territory on the page for all the world to see. Thus, this is a personal post for me. Also, the aloofness that surely comes off on days like the one described above might be taken personally for some...
Day 5
about the weekend, the game, a trip to your grandma's.
Honestly, I don't care.
Yes, my weekend was nice, but
I don't want to tell you about it.
Not today, anyway.
Try me tomorrow - I might feel up to it then.
Want to gossip about who's not doing what at work?
Count me out.
I'm listening, but not participating
in your backstabbing nonsense.
Small talk is not on the table
for me today.
You've only said five words and already I'm tired
of your mouth -
aggravated by your need to engage me.
Don't you know it deflates me?
Can you hear my teeth gritting and
the "Shut up!" chant in my head?
I am my own best company.
I don't need your chatter to make my day work.
Just leave me alone, let me do my work,
where I can daydream but still be productive.
Please, kindly go away.
I'm having an Introvert's Monday.
Today's NaPoWriMo prompt asked us to get personal. What they were trying to tease out was a way for us to make our own poetry personal (i.e. give a voice, a shape, an identity to our poetry and what it means to us), but I ended up coming up with this instead. It's one thing to say that I'm an introvert, but it's another thing to actually put the inner dialog that comes with that territory on the page for all the world to see. Thus, this is a personal post for me. Also, the aloofness that surely comes off on days like the one described above might be taken personally for some...
Day 5
Monday haiku
I seem to be on a roll with the haiku lately...
Porches and front stoops
People perching and talking
Sipping lemonade
Porches and front stoops
People perching and talking
Sipping lemonade
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Saturday haiku
So much stuff to do
The irony of spring time
Great days to take naps
Didn't get to post this on Saturday because we were traveling.
Day 3
The irony of spring time
Great days to take naps
Didn't get to post this on Saturday because we were traveling.
Day 3
Friday, April 2, 2010
Radical Word Play
The Read Write Poets got to work on
their Research Working Paper dubbed the "Radisson Witch Project."
It was regarding a Respectful Workplace Program
- located on the Road to Wigan Pier in the River West Plaza -
housing a Rotational Work Program that
tests the Real Wheel Push of tires (a Required Weather Performance).
Ratings Were Placed on the tires on Regular White Paper.
If they did not pass the Rhythmic Wave Process
they were subjected to a Repair Welding Procedure.
This required a Rad Work Permit, which is issued by a Random Weird Person.
Once the Rigid Wave Pattern is employed by a reputable welder person,
two outcomes are possible:
1.) Reliable Wheel Products will move on to a Roads Working Party, or
2.) Right Wing Pundits will send rejected wheel products to the Radioactive Waste Pile.
The Research and Writing Program will post the results to Recruitment and Workforce Planning via a Rational Web Platform on Randys Web Page.
This little bit of nonsense is inspired by the prompt given for day 2 of NaPoWriMo: the ol' acronym switcheroo. We were advised to go to Acronym Attic and type "RWP" (the initials of ReadWritePoem, of course) in the search field, and then to peruse the resulting phrases that use the letters RWP as their first initials and incorporate them into our poem in any way we see fit. I decided to try making a story using as many of the phrases as I could. Of approximately 80 phrases, I used 21 - one quarter of the list... not too shabby! This was a fun prompt to play with. Things like this will help me expand beyond my usual "nature" repertoire.
Day 2
their Research Working Paper dubbed the "Radisson Witch Project."
It was regarding a Respectful Workplace Program
- located on the Road to Wigan Pier in the River West Plaza -
housing a Rotational Work Program that
tests the Real Wheel Push of tires (a Required Weather Performance).
Ratings Were Placed on the tires on Regular White Paper.
If they did not pass the Rhythmic Wave Process
they were subjected to a Repair Welding Procedure.
This required a Rad Work Permit, which is issued by a Random Weird Person.
Once the Rigid Wave Pattern is employed by a reputable welder person,
two outcomes are possible:
1.) Reliable Wheel Products will move on to a Roads Working Party, or
2.) Right Wing Pundits will send rejected wheel products to the Radioactive Waste Pile.
The Research and Writing Program will post the results to Recruitment and Workforce Planning via a Rational Web Platform on Randys Web Page.
This little bit of nonsense is inspired by the prompt given for day 2 of NaPoWriMo: the ol' acronym switcheroo. We were advised to go to Acronym Attic and type "RWP" (the initials of ReadWritePoem, of course) in the search field, and then to peruse the resulting phrases that use the letters RWP as their first initials and incorporate them into our poem in any way we see fit. I decided to try making a story using as many of the phrases as I could. Of approximately 80 phrases, I used 21 - one quarter of the list... not too shabby! This was a fun prompt to play with. Things like this will help me expand beyond my usual "nature" repertoire.
Day 2
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Symphony
The setting sun always brings a
symphony of some sort.
I sit in silence,
listening for the subtle sounds of the first notes.
Tonight's was an intimate concert where
the centerpiece was the crepuscular chanting of cardinals-
the issuing forth of chips and chatter,
the fluttering flourish of heavy wing beats,
the crisp crunch of seeds being husked.
A scuffle and skirmish of males showing off,
the silence of females observing.
I am blessed to bear witness to their rituals.
Day 1
symphony of some sort.
I sit in silence,
listening for the subtle sounds of the first notes.
Tonight's was an intimate concert where
the centerpiece was the crepuscular chanting of cardinals-
the issuing forth of chips and chatter,
the fluttering flourish of heavy wing beats,
the crisp crunch of seeds being husked.
A scuffle and skirmish of males showing off,
the silence of females observing.
I am blessed to bear witness to their rituals.
Day 1
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