#30x30Poetry: Day 13 – Forgetfulness

A Rose In Bloom
Photo Credit: Meena Rose
A Rose In Bloom Photo Credit: Meena Rose

Over at 30×30 Poetry, today is all about forgetfulness. So much so, I almost forgot to respond to the prompt.

Of Things Remembered

By: Meena Rose

Try as I might to live
Life by Covey’s four quadrants
Or Allen’s GTD, things tumble
And fall and collect right
There between my wall and the bed.

Try as I might to lead
A more mindful life, present
And in the moment, my mind travels
Away from the moment chasing after
A butterfly – did I just miss something?

Try as I might to reflect
And grow deeper and chart
My soul path, my journals
Are incomplete and the data points
Are skewed – how could I forget life is good?

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#PoeticAsides: Day 13 – Nevermore

Over at Poetic Asides, today’s prompt is to write about an animal. For extra credit, we could write a sestina. I am just feeling crazy enough to pull it off. The sestina has six stanzas, all six lines long, with a final three-line envoy.

A, B, C, D, E, F represent the end words of the 6 lines of the first stanza.

Stanza One: A, B, C, D, E, F
Stanza Two: F, A, E, B, D, C
Stanza Three: C, F, D, A, B, E
Stanza Four: E, C, B, F, A, D
Stanza Five: D, E, A, C, F, B
Stanza Six: B, D, F, E, C, A

Envoi: uses two end-words per line (with three lines total) with one word appearing in the middle of the line and the other word still being utilized as an end word.

Ravens

Ravens (Photo credit: Douglas Brown)

When Tomorrow Comes

By: Meena Rose

Brilliantly black and royally plumed;
Your gaze, intent and defiant;
The ask, the dare, the invite,
Is made crystal clear;
I take a deep breath and leap
Into bottomless onyx eyes.

The world within, a feast for eyes;
No longer human, I am plumed;
A shawl of wings, I take the leap
And soar, bewildered first then defiant;
My identity is no longer clear;
Kindred Raven, thank you for the invite.

I caw and mind laugh, the invite
Demands surrender and fearless eyes;
This much has become clear;
To be among the plumed,
Shed you anchors, break the shackles – defiant;
The grandest spiritual leap.

Filled with joy, transformed by the leap;
I extend you an invite
To explore the other side, defiant
And proud, come see it with your eyes
Winged friends so colorfully plumed;
That is not real is not very clear.

Look upon the pond, so pristine, so clear;
Watch all the others surrender and leap;
With each an escort royally plumed;
Have to go, sky tango, just got the invite;
Don’t look at me with those can’t believe it eyes;
Fine, call me defiant.

Oh, so now who is defiant?
It has become very clear,
Your very real eyes
Will never take a chance and leap;
Kindred Raven’s open invite;
Still brilliantly black and royally plumed.

Emotionally defiant, the grandest leap,
Spiritually clear, the open invite,
Fearless eyes, royally plumed.

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#NaPoWriMo: Day 13 – Kennings Abound

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Over at NaPoWriMo.net, we are being called on to write a poem which uses at least one kenning. Kennings were metaphorical phrases developed in Nordic sagas. At their simplest, they generally consist of two nouns joined together, which imaginatively describe or name a third thing. The phrase “whale road,” for example, could be used instead of “sea” or “ocean,” and “sky candle” could be used for “sun.”

Flame-Farewelled

By: Meena Rose

Questing for Freyja’s tears,
He came home too late;
His dad, breaker of rings,
Lay stricken with the curse.

Arwin’s rage had brought on
The curse – feeding blood swans
To eagles beneath sky candle’s
Light – Lord of the gallows

Himself decreed all winged
Life sacred by bane of wood
And slaughter dew; Grímnir’s
Lip-streams thus carried the decree.

Accursed or not, he reasoned
With Freyja upon return of her tears;
Let Arwin’s life be the punishment,
Spare the tribe – an honorable goodbye.

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#30x30Poetry: Day 12 – Where The Sidewalk Ends

Over at 30×30 Poetry, the prompt today calls for “where the sidewalk ends”.

Fun In Leaves Photo Credit: Meena Rose

Fun In Leaves
Photo Credit: Meena Rose

Sidewalk Of Life

By: Meena Rose

Once upon a time, I
Was eager to break
Free of the hand holding
Me – till the end of
The sidewalk, you said.

I ran with glee without
A thought about you;
All too soon, the freedom
Screeched to a halt and
I waited for you to start anew.

Now, hands break free from
Mine and I look on and sigh;
Time has flown so fluidly by;
Hatchlings fly as mothers cry
Where the sidewalk ends.

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#PoeticAsides: Day 12 – Of Cities and Odes

English: Natural Totem Pole Dead tree in Yorks...

English: Natural Totem Pole Dead tree in Yorkshire Sculpture Park. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Over at Poetic Asides, we are being asked to write a city poem. I will admit to being at a loss as to which city to serenade and what. I have too many loves in that regard.

Questing For Identity

By: Meena Rose

Would that I carved wood,
Or sculpted bronze,
Or chiseled stone;
If I could, I would

Display and exhibit
The city that is me;
My totem of identity,
My grounding anchor albeit

Expansive and liberating,
Illustrating dreams,
Reflecting hopes,
Defining and encapsulating;

A rose, a tiger,
An eagle and horse;
A dragon, a bear,
A whale and spider;

Each a district supporting
The whole lending color
And character to
Muted gray-scale living.

Come on in, stop on by;
Stories to buy, poetry to sell;
The currency’s karma,
Dear passerby.

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#NaPoWriMo: Day 12 – Replacement Poetry

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Over at NaPoWriMo.net today, the prompt calls for replacement poetry. We are to pick a common noun for a physical thing and then pick one for something intangible, like “love” or “memories” or “aspiration.” Then Google the tangible noun, and find some sentences using it. Next, we are to replace that tangible noun in those sentences with your intangible noun, and use those sentences to create (or inspire) a poem.

OK. OK. So I twisted the instructions a wee bit. I decided to reach for my trusty book “How to Sharpen Pencils: A Practical & Theoretical Treatise on the Artisanal Craft of Pencil Sharpening for Writers, Artists, Contractors, Flange Turners, Anglesmiths, & Civil Servants” by David Rees.

  • Tangible noun: pencil(s)
  • Intangible noun: love
Pencil

Pencil (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

How to Sharpen Love: A Practical & Theoretical Treatise

By: Meena Rose

Gone are the days of haphazardly
sharpening love with all the finesse
of a floundering Philistine.

I now have the tools I need
to bring my love sharpening
to the next level.

Gasps of awe and astonishment
have followed my love
wherever it went.

From the wood carving huts
Of the Pakuhaji to ritzy Paris,
I now spend my days traveling

And imparting whatever knowledge
and wisdom I can to the ignorant love
sharpeners of the world.

Thank you Mr. Rees for making me
But why did you leave out
How to sharpen love in the dark?

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#30x30Poetry: Day 11 – Constantly Risking Absurdity

Over at 30×30 Poetry, the prompt calls for “constantly risking absurdity”. After the Poetic Asides prompt for making a response to a statement or a slogan, I am definitely drawn down the path of found poetry based on the slogans contained here.

White Blooms Photo Credit: Meena Rose

White Blooms
Photo Credit: Meena Rose

At The Heart Of The Image (found poetry)

By: Meena Rose

When there is no tomorrow
The greatest tragedy is indifference
Outwit. Outplay. Outlast
Don’t be evil
Beauty Outside. Beast Inside

Think big
Think small
See what we mean
There is no substitute
Stronger than dirt

Pleasure is the path to joy
Let your fingers do the walking
Because life is complicated enough
Just do it
Success. It’s a mind game

Does she… or doesn’t she?
Power, beauty and soul
Good to the last drop
Grace, space, pace
Because you’re worth it

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#PoeticAsides: Day 11 – Verse By Slogan

Image Courtesy of TuneWiki

Image Courtesy of TuneWiki

Over at Poetic Asides, we are being asked to use a statement or a slogan as the title of the poem and either expand or respond to it.

Image Is Nothing

By: Meena Rose

You and I and he and she
We all know that
Thirst is everything

I wish you a cup of life
Full enough, potent enough
Obey your thirst

Drink up, drink deep
Let life dribble down
Your chin snaking its

Way into experience-etched
Ravines encoded with love
Embrace the mystery

May it be a cooling touch
On a summer’s day and a
Fiery kiss on a winter’s night.

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#NaPoWriMo – Day 11: Love, Wine and Cheese

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Over at NaPoWriMo.net, we are being asked to write a poem about love and wine/wine and love. An anacreontic piece can be described as tipsy lovey-dovey verse. Here is my attempt of this rather obscure form.

Moscato For Two

By: Meena Rose

So the feeling goes
Goosebumps and shivers
Self-blushing cheeks
Warmth within and without

Permanent grin in suspension
I reach for my drink divine
Sweet ambrosia heavenly brew
You, so close, my heart races

Panic subdued and forgotten
I unwind and uncoil
Discharging love arcs
Carefree at last

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Some of you may be wondering just exactly what happened to NaPoWriMo Day 11 poetry submissions. Well, in a nutshell life happened. I typically write my poetry at the end of the day: after making dinner, after helping the kids with homework, after the bedtime rituals. Well, this Friday, I had to deal with my deranged oven.

Some Context

I had submitted a service request to have my stove/cook top repaired. The rear right burner would take 25 minutes to even reach lukewarm and front left burner only did high no matter what the knob was set at. Guess what, the cavalry appeared to do the repairs while I was at work. They had sent email to the effect of “Replaced range starter/igniter”.

Fast forward. It is now dinner time. I was baking dinner in the oven. I tested the burners for good measure as well and was very pleased. Twenty minutes later, I pull the food out of the oven and discover the OFF switch does not work. I promptly reduced the temperature to the lowest setting and called the emergency service line. This turned out to be an invalid number. I checked with my downstairs neighbor and sure enough, she gave me the correct number. The one which had been distributed to the community had a transposed digit in it.

I placed the call and got through to dispatch where there was a comedic exchange of describing what exactly was going on.

Dispatch: “Ma’m, I am confused. The records show we fixed it.”
Me: “You fixed it but broke something else.”
Dispatch: “I don’t understand. What is not working the stove or the oven?”
Me: “The part of the cooking appliance where insert the cookies you want to bake.”
Dispatch: “Ok. I understand. Let me look up the technical term for that.”
Me: “Just file it under OVEN.”
Dispatch: “Ok. Thank you, Ma’am. Why is this an emergency again?”
Me: “The oven can’t be turned off. It is gathering heat and who knows what will happen if it is left in this state overnight.”
Dispatch:”Sounds bad. I will log the request. It will be up to the local crew to determine priority.”

Dealing With The Beast

It is a completely electric system. So I went searching for the electric panel. There I was confronted with a badly labeled panel. It was unclear where the oven exactly it in. Given that my place has some very peculiar wiring issues, I did not want to “reset” things randomly.

So I wound up pulling the oven out of its slot and unplugging the thing. Two and half hours later, it had cooled and I plugged it back in and restored the oven in its place. Yay, for cloves and all the squats I had been doing for exercise.

Needless to say, this occupied ALL my free time Friday night and when it was all over, adrenalin was coursing around way too much for the muse to come out and play. As of this writing, no one has showed up for any repairs. I see a hearty breakfast in my future and make up time for poetry.