Tag: NaPoWriMo

Y is for Yikes!

In my search for an unusual word or two beginning with the letter Y, I discovered an incredible website:

http://phrontistery.info/y.html

In celebration of all things Y, I have opted to create a short vocabulary quiz – taking advantage of Mr. Stephen Chrisomalis‘ hard work and tremendous passion for words.

Please choose the correct definition of each word:

Yelm

  1. A 16th century crock used in cooking
  2. The deck area immediately below the helm of a ship
  3. A straight bundle of straw used for thatching

Yapness

  1. Noise
  2. Hunger
  3. Exhaustion

Yaffingale

  1. A traveling jester/commedien
  2. A green woodpecker
  3. A tool used by blacksmiths

Yex

  1. To hiccup, belch or spit
  2. To curse, defame or libel
  3. To damage, mar or deface

To determine your score, please visit The Phrontistery and find each word in the provided list, or scroll down.

 

Yelm

  1. A 16th century crock used in cooking
  2. The deck area immediately below the helm of a ship
  3. A straight bundle of straw used for thatching

Yapness

  1. Noise
  2. Hunger
  3. Exhaustion

Yaffingale

  1. A traveling jester/commedien
  2. A green woodpecker
  3. A tool used by blacksmiths

Yex

  1. To hiccup, belch or spit
  2. To curse, defame or libel
  3. To damage, mar or deface

So … how did you fare? Are you inspired to use one or more of these words as a vocabulary-bomb during casual conversation? Are you curious about Mr. Chrisomalis’ website and impatient to discover more words? Will you suggest your writers’ group visit his site when looking for unusual writing prompts?

Ahh – let the fun begin!

 

P is for Poem in Your Pocket Day

It is almost here … the day to fill your pockets with poems!

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Poem in Your Pocket April 21, 2016

Sharing poetry, or any other form of writing, is a great way for writers to connect with readers – to discover what speaks to them, what they just don’t ‘get’, and what they do not want to ‘get’.

As any poet, dramatist or journalist will attest, it is important to know that the work is reaching someone; is being heard.

As you run those errands, enjoy lunch with friends, or pour another cup of coffee at work, drop a poem off with the dry cleaning, leave a poem with the tip, and tuck a poem near the plastic stirrers.

 

Workshops, Recipes and Poems

Another late night and I am behind in all things writing-oriented. Does the fact that I went to a writing workshop this weekend offset the fact that I am off-schedule for the Poem-A-Day? Does the focus on one kind of writing justify the absence of another kind of writing?

Nope – I didn’t really think so, either, but it would be great if writing commitments were interchangeable! Just think – it would be like eating dark chocolate instead of salad and saying, “Well, it was a food, so that’s just about the same thing. Right?”

Well, in my world, no meal is complete without some veggies and no dessert is complete without some calories – so I am going to mix up a batch of writing workshop snippets into a tasty poetic concoction I will call

Blending All the Bits

Stand in line, take a seat

We’re about to start

Hone your craft, learn your trade

These authors will impart

 

The purpose of a query

The fun of a re-write

Avoid, Be Sure and Never

And make that writing tight!

 

Romance, Sci-Fi and textbooks

Begin with just a thought

So research, write and edit

No need to be distraught

 

Words are one with passion

And passion comes from heart

But writing is a business

A language-rich flow chart

 

Of dollars, cents and Euros

(Foreign rights are oh so nice!)

So create, submit and balance

Your art with sound advice

 

And there you have it … all you ever needed to glean from a writing workshop in one easily digestible poem!

Until tomorrow!

I hope …

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Another Day … Another Attempt

So, why is it that the prettiest or the most meaningful or the deeply profound subjects are the most difficult to express? It would seem as if those soul-important events would arrive with an abundance of language all their own.

Well, that is not always true. Yesterday’s poem is a fine case of a perfectly lovely visual event that squirms and dances and slides away from description. I have tweaked and shifted, altered and walked away from it – all to no avail.

It’s just not right.

So here is an attempt at a poem that is written without thought … just words on paper as I drink my coffee and watch the day begin.

Time

Gray halfhearted rain

Schedule drenched with demands

Dripping magnolias

 

Hmmm, here’s another:

My Mother’s Garden

Glowing white blossoms

Dreaming eyes never seeing

Open for the moon

 

So – there you have it.

And now I am walking away from my desk and making every attempt to quiet the words and phrases and snippets of characters’ conversations that fill my under-caffeinated brain.

Until tomorrow!

 

 

Blooms Gone Mad!

Wow – I am spoiled by spring! My desk is right in front of a curtain-free window, so I can watch the seasons burst and shower and freeze their way through the year.

Over the last few days, I’ve watched our star magnolia slowly transform from a drab silhouette into fuzzy-buds of possibility, and today those first delightfully pink hints of Spring thrilled me.

In honor of this lovely day, I am writing a poem aptly named:

Fresh Day

Early morning and the chill embraces me

Cold fingers of a silent breeze skim across my face

I sip black coffee, eyes still glazed

With the soft blue-green of liquid dreams

Orange, pink and treasured gold

Dawn’s slow smile greets me

The weeping cherry with empty arms of brown buds lined with pink,

A gift from winter’s passing

Love-sick finches build their home ignoring April’s nip

They greet the world and watch me stare

Into the eastern glow that’s not quite night and not yet day

Opera and Poetry

Although I do not listen to Wagner, Verdi, Mozart, Bizet and so many other incredible composers often enough, I dearly love opera and classical music. Unfortunately, I know quite a few people who approach opera and poetry with the same trepidation and incomprehension. My opinion is that opera is the voice of the soul, whereas poetry is the breath. Natural and necessary – and sometimes oh so beautiful.

So, here is a poem for tonight – written off the cuff at 11:31pm, so bear with me!

 

Wagner With a V

The fat lady sings

Her armor lifts and falls with the scales.

She blasts out the cry

Of heartache?

Fury?

Passionate love?

As I child, the soaring, reaching arias

Woke me

Spoke to me

Bellowed for me when I could not

Iron-strong words ablaze with the searing heat of

Passion

Music

Life

The fat lady sings of all that lies quiet and waiting

Raw and honest

Alive

 

A Poem for Katherine

This is a little poem for my dear friend who has the incredibly good fortune to live in a valley abundant with sun-drenched daffodils.

Thank you so much for sharing your delightful world with us, Katherine!

Katherine’s Glen

What a joy to see

A field of pageantry

The careless daffodil

A wintry song now still

Friends of now and past

Share blooms that cannot last

Yet knows, remembers and renews

A bond that love so deep infuse

So drink in all that’s good

Our springtime near the wood