NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 18: Neologisms

Option Paralysis

 

In the toiletsun
of a foreverheadache,
the ceramic bunny mocks me
as I question how I came here
to this clutterspaced nest
of my life, why I drag home
more and more lifethings,
like a secret hoarder of
responsibilities.
From the cottonworld of my
overstuffed head, I pull out
one thing and then another,
consider them,
put them back. I am too
busytimed today,
will be far more
adequatepaced tomorrow
or in some evermorrow
or the one after that.

 

 

 

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From a prompt at NaPoWriMo.net.

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NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 16: A Letter

Dear Eleanor

How shall I tell you all that has happened here?
One day there were bells all in the sea
and washed up like whelks
only singing, ringing

Another day there were clouds everywhere I looked
including under the hearth rug, which was in turn
under a fat, sleeping dog which barely roused itself
to bark, but when it barked, it told me a parable
that I can’t now repeat

This evening, we sat down to our customary supper
and found that the table had gone all quavery
and halfway out the window, tasting the salt air,
which then made the tongue sandwiches taste
of salt, too

Well, it’s off to bed with me,
if I can find it. Some nights,
it’s strewn with fresh petals
of frangipani or damask rose,

and some nights, it’s
gone

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NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 14: A Clerihew

OK, here was the prompt I had to work with, from NaPoWriMo.net: Last but not least, our prompt! Because it’s Friday, let’s keep it light and silly today, with a clerihew. This is a four line poem biographical poem that satirizes a famous person. And here’s the result (keep scrolling — it’s there, I promise) … I didn’t want to join what I was sure would be a crowded field of Trump poems.

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Shirley Jackson
can’t come back, son.
Enjoy her horror
unless you abhor her.

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NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 13: A Ghazal

Life’s Blue Dolphin Comb

At Showbiz Pizza when I was 10, all I could get was a dolphin comb.
Not even a lobster harmonica; instead, I got a blue dolphin comb.

When we watched the robot band, ate pizza and cake, I’m sure
I tried to content myself with it, my prize of a dolphin comb.

I was never very good at video games or ball-tossing games;
that’s probably how I ended up with only that dolphin comb.

I know I got a balloon, too, which may have helped take away
the sting of wanting a gumball machine, getting a dolphin comb.

It had a sailor hat and goofy smile, flimsy teeth that clicked when
I ran my thumbnail down the length of my new dolphin comb.

Here’s the lesson, Marilyn, if there is one: Sometimes it’s easier
if you can learn to fall in love with it, life’s blue dolphin comb.

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The prompt from NaPoWriMo.net was to write a ghazal, which this one sort of is.

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NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 12: Revolutionized by Wieners

“THE WIENER THE WORLD AWAITED!”
flavor kept by “Sack O’ Sauce”

SORRY!
You were rude
to me so now
you get no hot
dog.

revolutionized by Wieners

MY WEINER HAS A MIND OF
ITS OWN !!

REFRESHMENTS
Delicious
HOT DOGS
DRINK
Coca-Cola

JUS’ AS I THOUGHT —
WIENIES! THAT’S WHY
HE FOLLOWED YOU!

HERE’S A SUGGESTION FROM
Mrs. DAMON RUNYON
Swift’s Premium Frankfurts
Creamed Diced Carrots in Onion Cups
Parsley Potatoes
Citrus Salad
Butterscotch Pudding

 

 

 

I meant to do the prompt at NaPoWriMo.net, which was to write with alliteration and assonance. I started fine, with wieners and worlds, but then I got stuck on that. Hat tip to Facebook group Dave’s Retro Rumpus Room, where every Wednesday is Wiener Wednesday (but pie is never to be mentioned — it’s in the rules).

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