I am fully aware I missed a few days over the weekend, but in my defense, I was racing cars in the rain and closing a ski resort in the snow.
Today, I got to go back to my NH roots for a poem. We were asked to use the “sounds of home.” I instantly thought about the words I use in CO where I now that live that always need to be explained. I also thought about the silly things people say about NH. Although I’ve lost a lot of my accent, I can still return to it rather quickly when asked, and I am proud to be from New England.
There was a wicked nor’easter brewing
One that sidelined tractor trailors.
The snow came down in giant white tufts
Blanketing the ground like Fluff in a fluffernutter.
There are creatures under the sea
We call them lobstahs.
We also have jimmies and rainbow sprinkles
No, they are not the same thing.
Way up north, or so we like to think
Are people who say “ay.” A lot.
But they are not us
Although we both love maple syrup and our moose.
We love our Sox, we cheer for the Pats
We still Live Free or Die
But don’t you ask me to “Pahk the cah in havahd yahd”
Unless you expect me to punch you!
Honestly, who doesn’t like fortune cookies? OK, maybe you don’t if you’re gluten- intolerant or you don’t enjoy cookies, but, you probably enjoy the fortune inside. Regardless of how silly it may be, you look forward to learning a Chinese word you’ll quickly forget, checking out your lucky numbers, and seeing what life philosophy you can learn from a baked good. Today, we did just that for NaPoWriMo.
I looked up fortune cookie fortunes online since I didn’t have any handy (sadness). The first and last lines are the fortune I decided on, and the middle is more of a motivational thing for me. I am currently at the end of my lease with no where to live. I just found out my company will not be taking me on full time, so I have no career at the moment in the industry I’m dying to be in. I am graduating from college and becoming an adult. Everything is suddenly changing and/ or ending, and I need to remember I create my destiny and I can and will overcome all of this. I hope you will too, regardless of what you’re facing.
Today it’s up to you to create the peacefulness you long for.
Stop arguing, stop bickering, stop fighting
Stop telling each other how to live life
Bossing someone around does nothing.
Stop holding yourself back, saying you can’t
Because you absolutely can.You create you destiny
Not me, not her, not him, not them.
You create the place you live
The mindset you have
The beliefs you feel.
So stop with the excuses
Do what you need to do.
Today it’s up to you to create the peacefulness you long for.
Well here’s an interesting one for you! Today, we were to write “index” poem, meaning you found an index int he back of a book and used it to write a poem. I chose to use The Omnivore’s Dilemma: A Natural History of Four Meals by Michal Pollan. I’m currently reading this book for my final undergraduate paper, and it’s quite interesting. It’s about the American food system, and so it has a rather interesting index. As you can see, I chose one small part of sand index, specifically animal rights. This is certainly an interesting concept, and maybe if I flushed it out more, it would seem more interesting, but this is what I have so far:
and animal happiness, 319-25, 328
and animal suffering, 308, 310, 312-13, 315-19, 328
arguments with, 309-13
ignorance of nature in, 305, 309
increasing activism in, 305, 309
and individual vs. species, 323-25
and laboratory testing, 312
and marginal cases, 308, 311-12
and predation, 321-23
speciesist viewpoint, 308-9
and vegetarianism, 305, 313-15, 319, 325-27.
Today, we’re back to following the prompts. This guy was semi based on this James Wright poem. The point was to get you to visualize and feel a specific place, then through a twist at the end. The twist is supposed to seem unrelated, but of course is. So, I naturally chose the place I spend the majority of my time at: the mountain.
Aspen trees surround me
Snow beneath my feet.
Overhead, a raven calls,
And I know, somewhere, there is a jay.
The cold nibbles my face
Not cold enough to bother me.
The sun overhead smiles down
Bathing the ground in golden light.
The ground below falls away, and rises high above.
The smell of precipitation wafts from far away
I know I’ll feel it in my bones soon.
But for now, the mountain sings
It’s melody rising and falling in the wind.
Time keeps moving, and I with it.
Today, I’m going a bit out of order. The prompt given for today was a “book spine poem,” and I am nowhere near a book shelf. So, I will instead be writing day 9’s prompt as if it were todays, and I will write day 10’s prompt as if it were the 9th’s prompt when I go back to it.
This prompt asked a line you’re afraid to write to be included. I have many many things i am afraid to write, but have forced myself to write anyway. However, this is one I have never thought to put down on paper, just in case. I’m sure you can guess which line I’m scared of, but if not, I’d like you to guess.
It’s hard to tell where I end
And where he begins
Our things mix together on
The floor, bookcases, in cabinets and on tables
We have the same thoughts
Similar ideas of what we want
But some days, I wonder
Is it too much to wonder if he’ll spend the rest of his life
Somehow, I missed the first few days of NaPoWriMo. I guess this is what happens this time of year when you’re about to graduate!
Today’s prompt was about food, and I decided to write a poem based on my current sugar addiction. I love sweets: chocolate, ice cream, candy, anything with sugar. But it’s especially bad when I am stressed, and boy, have I been stressed! So, enjoy a cookie or two… or seven for me as I try to kick this current habit!
The sickening sweetness
The rush of adrenaline
There’s something about it
I want it
No, I NEED it
It’s no longer a reward
But a way of surviving
That crystalline white substance
Filling my veins
Coating my taste buds
I could easily go for some now
That’s how bad I crave it
But I need to fight
I need to be strong
And then I look to my left
And there sits a finished, sweetened iced tea…
Here is the poem I mentioned recently in my return to blogging. And here is the background on it.
This poem was so difficult to write and even more difficult for me to read aloud. I was asked to write using a formal voice for a class assignment. I love the circular nature of a pantoum, but I put a twist on it to prevent the redundancy. I usually write from a personal, creative non- fiction standpoint, and here, I was told not to. The subject matter is where it gets difficult. One year ago today, we lost a friend in a car accident. My friends were the ones who pulled him from the wreck, which is the voice I decided to use. I, luckily, was not there. My 21 birthday was the following day. He was supposed to join us in the festivities, which is what makes this such a strange day. I was one of the last people to see him alive… Needless to say, it’s made my birthday a bit strange and affected everyone in many ways. But here it is. Please, please, please, be kind to me. You always are, but especially with this one.
Coming to rest.
The movement finally stops
But the memories don’t.
Ripping the doors open
The flames licking our flesh
Hot tongues lashing our skin
Eventually being put out
But the memories aren’t
Salty whiskey, vodka, beer
Arms around each other
Trying so hard to forget
But the memories won’t leave
The blood leaves his face
Streams of scarlet solidifying on our hands
The life left his eyes long ago
Or so we’re told
But the memories won’t tire
Even with him laid to rest.