Aditus Posted April 7, 2016 Share Posted April 7, 2016 Well, after all this heavy liver, here's a complex offering for today...thanks to Val for the prompts! APRIL 7 "Hello, old self, familiar constant friend." I wondered: should our interview extend beyond our daily recap and critique of each event and every goal I seek? I asked myself, "Hey self, what do you think? You want to go to town and have a drink?" "I'll stay at home alone" that self replied. "Which leaves me where?" I wondered as I sighed. But now a complex quandary may arise, for if myself may inner selves advise, and all those myriad extra selves in turn discuss me, soul and body, with concern, Then what a mental babel I shall hear! Perhaps next time I'd better stick to beer. My head is spinning, trying to follow this lively and clever discussion. Well done! 1 Link to comment
AC Benus Posted April 8, 2016 Author Share Posted April 8, 2016 The first week of NaPoWriMo. love it. Left a review Never had kippers but do not like liver ... here in SC they have this breakfast delicacy known as liver mush. Chopped liver cooked with cornmeal then cooled in a loaf pan. Once it had cooled and set it is sliced and fried. I like scrapple, so I'll probably like your liver mush. I have to make it Triple ugh! Did somebody say 'Tripe'!!! Yummm! (lol) 2 Link to comment
dughlas Posted April 8, 2016 Share Posted April 8, 2016 love it. Left a review I like scrapple, so I'll probably like your liver mush. I have to make it Did somebody say 'Tripe'!!! Yummm! (lol) I don't like liver mush nor do I like scrapple or tripe. I wonder though are you a transplant from my home in PA Dutch country where scrapple is still a common breakfast and tripe is readily available. 1 Link to comment
AC Benus Posted April 8, 2016 Author Share Posted April 8, 2016 I don't like liver mush nor do I like scrapple or tripe. I wonder though are you a transplant from my home in PA Dutch country where scrapple is still a common breakfast and tripe is readily available. I'm not from PA (from a small town near Saint Louis), but I am food adventurous 2 Link to comment
Aditus Posted April 8, 2016 Share Posted April 8, 2016 I'm not from PA (from a small town near Saint Louis), but I am food adventurous This is not poetry related, but if you are food adventurous, you should try this. Where I come from, we put raisins and almond flakes in the sauce instead of gingersnap cookies. There even exists a poem about sauerbraten, sadly it's in German. 3 Link to comment
dughlas Posted April 8, 2016 Share Posted April 8, 2016 (edited) This is not poetry related, but if you are food adventurous, you should try this. Where I come from, we put raisins and almond flakes in the sauce instead of gingersnap cookies. There even exists a poem about sauerbraten, sadly it's in German. There are two very nice German/Austrian restaurants near my folks. We went to one this past Monday evening. I had a very good jaeger schnitzel. Mum is doing roast pork with spaetzel and red cabbage for tonight's meal. Edited April 8, 2016 by dughlas 2 Link to comment
Parker Owens Posted April 8, 2016 Share Posted April 8, 2016 Originally, I had thought I would ignore the prompts and do a lacrosse-related poem today for NaPoWriMo (I'm a coach). But Val's prompt was excellent, and I couldn't get this idea out of my head. So, here is my offering for today... APRIL 8 The river gently called today a conversation to begin; insistent in her quiet way, my ear's attention tried to win. She varies so capriciously, now frowning dark and raging white, then speaking right judiciously, or gossiping into the night. I knew we had to talk, although the topic brought no comfort near. I listened to her rhythms slow and knew she'd spoken to my fear. Tomorrow I will bring my friend to meet her in her greening dress. Together we may start or end, perhaps a passion to profess; But not before we've heard her sing her ancient haunting melody; So in our hearts, its echoing confirms our souls' fidelity. 5 Link to comment
Site Administrator Valkyrie Posted April 8, 2016 Site Administrator Share Posted April 8, 2016 This is not poetry related, but if you are food adventurous, you should try this. Where I come from, we put raisins and almond flakes in the sauce instead of gingersnap cookies. There even exists a poem about sauerbraten, sadly it's in German. There's an authentic German restaurant not too far from my house. They have fantastic food. I haven't tried the sauerbraten yet, but love their schnitzel and spaetzle. Link to comment
dughlas Posted April 8, 2016 Share Posted April 8, 2016 Wow Parker! Lovely flow, it sings to me ... I am so very happy when there is a challenge like this. I delight in the works that you and the others post here. 2 Link to comment
Parker Owens Posted April 8, 2016 Share Posted April 8, 2016 @ Dugh - thank you! I really like it when the ideas just flow through my head and onto the paper as they did this morning. 1 Link to comment
Site Administrator Valkyrie Posted April 8, 2016 Site Administrator Share Posted April 8, 2016 Originally, I had thought I would ignore the prompts and do a lacrosse-related poem today for NaPoWriMo (I'm a coach). But Val's prompt was excellent, and I couldn't get this idea out of my head. So, here is my offering for today... APRIL 8 The river gently called today a conversation to begin; insistent in her quiet way, my ear's attention tried to win. She varies so capriciously, now frowning dark and raging white, then speaking right judiciously, or gossiping into the night. I knew we had to talk, although the topic brought no comfort near. I listened to her rhythms slow and knew she'd spoken to my fear. Tomorrow I will bring my friend to meet her in her greening dress. Together we may start or end, perhaps a passion to profess; But not before we've heard her sing her ancient haunting melody; So in our hearts, its echoing confirms our souls' fidelity. I love it, Parker! Very beautiful and a great take on the prompt. 1 Link to comment
Aditus Posted April 8, 2016 Share Posted April 8, 2016 @ Dugh - thank you! I really like it when the ideas just flow through my head and onto the paper as they did this morning. That's what I heard: The words flowed. It felt so easy, even though it probably wasn't. Well, when you talk to a river... Funny, for me a river is always a he... 1 Link to comment
Parker Owens Posted April 8, 2016 Share Posted April 8, 2016 @Val...thank you. Even in the nasty April snow(!) I hear the river... @Adi...this idea came to me partly as I recalled a book I read as a child, The Blue Cat of Castle Town. It's probably out of print by now, but much has stuck with me since those days...including a singing river. 2 Link to comment
Parker Owens Posted April 9, 2016 Share Posted April 9, 2016 Today's offering is a "mirror cinquain" on the "fame" prompt from Val...thanks to her for these! It has a mathematical twist... APRIL 9 Explain to foolish e why π is far more famed; irrationally beautiful, it smiles. Abstruse, perplexing e, geometry can't comprehend your scope; fame favors π. Poor e. 5 Link to comment
Mikiesboy Posted April 9, 2016 Share Posted April 9, 2016 Today's offering is a "mirror cinquain" on the "fame" prompt from Val...thanks to her for these! It has a mathematical twist... APRIL 9 Explain to foolish e why π is far more famed; irrationally beautiful, it smiles. Abstruse, perplexing e, geometry can't comprehend your scope; fame favors π. Poor e. Too early to think about it. ..but it's super Parker 1 Link to comment
Site Administrator Valkyrie Posted April 9, 2016 Site Administrator Share Posted April 9, 2016 What Tim said...lol I am not a math person so I have no idea what e is, but maybe that proves the point of the poem. lol Very clever, regardless of my lack of math comprehension. 2 Link to comment
Aditus Posted April 9, 2016 Share Posted April 9, 2016 Today's offering is a "mirror cinquain" on the "fame" prompt from Val...thanks to her for these! It has a mathematical twist... APRIL 9 Explain to foolish e why π is far more famed; irrationally beautiful, it smiles. Abstruse, perplexing e, geometry can't comprehend your scope; fame favors π. Poor e. Very nice! And as a biologist I love e! And its derivation is easy to memorize. And...well, I'm team e. Scowls at pi. 3 Link to comment
Popular Post Aditus Posted April 9, 2016 Popular Post Share Posted April 9, 2016 (edited) I tried my hands at the lullaby. Please don't take this too seriously. Day 9: I can’t sleep You’ve moved on I count sheep You are gone The mammals leap And I’m in Bonn. At least I got to keep the dog, He is true, Faithful too. I feel blue. Have no clue. Damn, what to do? I want some stew! Tossing and turning in bed, And fluffing the pillow. Get out of my head! The white curtains billow Going to change them to red. You! Always you, No more you! Can’t be you, Goodbye you! Never liked red! I’ll buy a bed. Edited April 9, 2016 by aditus 7 Link to comment
Mikiesboy Posted April 9, 2016 Share Posted April 9, 2016 I tried my hands at the lullaby. Please don't take this too seriously. Day 9: I can’t sleep You’ve moved on I count sheep You are gone The mammals leap And I’m in Bonn. At least I got to keep the dog, He is true, Faithful too. I feel blue. Have no clue. Damn, what to do? I want some stew! Tossing and turning in bed, And fluffing the pillow. Get out of my head! The white curtains billow Going to change them to red. You! Always you, No more you! Can’t be you, Goodbye you! Never liked red! I’ll buy a bed. grins are good! 2 Link to comment
Parker Owens Posted April 9, 2016 Share Posted April 9, 2016 @Adi...oh what a treat this is! Loved the first stanza and its conclusion, I'm in Bonn. That alone seems to say a great deal. Getting to keep the dog, tossing and turning, changing the curtains...so hard to let go of something or someone who filled your mind for so long...wonderful poem, Adi, thank you. 2 Link to comment
Popular Post Mikiesboy Posted April 9, 2016 Popular Post Share Posted April 9, 2016 Day 8 Prompt: Write about flowers When you’re gone I’ll plant black roses To remember the pain When you’re gone I’ll grow red roses To remember the love When you’re gone Pink roses To remember you Day 9: Today, I challenge you to write a poem that includes a line that you’re afraid to write. This might be because it expresses something very personal that makes you uncomfortable I’m afraid one day I’ll lose you Afraid one day you’ll go After you find another boy One who’s smarter, brighter, younger I don’t come with much but baggage All I can offer, is me 7 Link to comment
Site Administrator Valkyrie Posted April 9, 2016 Site Administrator Share Posted April 9, 2016 Day 8 Prompt: Write about flowers When you’re gone I’ll plant black roses To remember the pain When you’re gone I’ll grow red roses To remember the love When you’re gone Pink roses To remember you Day 9: Today, I challenge you to write a poem that includes a line that you’re afraid to write. This might be because it expresses something very personal that makes you uncomfortable I’m afraid one day I’ll lose you Afraid one day you’ll go After you find another boy One who’s smarter, brighter, younger I don’t come with much but baggage All I can offer, is me Link to comment
Puppilull Posted April 9, 2016 Share Posted April 9, 2016 Day 8 Prompt: Write about flowers When you’re gone I’ll plant black roses To remember the pain When you’re gone I’ll grow red roses To remember the love When you’re gone Pink roses To remember you Day 9: Today, I challenge you to write a poem that includes a line that you’re afraid to write. This might be because it expresses something very personal that makes you uncomfortable I’m afraid one day I’ll lose you Afraid one day you’ll go After you find another boy One who’s smarter, brighter, younger I don’t come with much but baggage All I can offer, is me From what I've seen, offering you is plenty. You capture that fear of being left behind so heartbreakingly honest and straight to the gut. As usual, I'm overwhelmed by your honesty. That takes gut. 2 Link to comment
dughlas Posted April 9, 2016 Share Posted April 9, 2016 I applaud all of you for the gifts of your poetry shared here. Such variety and yet a similiar depth of soul to each. 1 Link to comment
Parker Owens Posted April 9, 2016 Share Posted April 9, 2016 @Dugh...hear, hear! I second your comments! @Tim... Your two poems are awesome. Please plant roses for me, in any color. I loved the way you played with color meanings in April 8. The fear of being dumped for a newer model is palpable in what you wrote for April 9. All you offer is yourself, a rare and marvelous thing, indeed. I agree with Puppi, your work takes courage...and it inspires me! 2 Link to comment
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