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NaPoWriMo, Day 0 (Last Catch-Up!): A Carpe Diem Poem

Cranky, cranky, cranky.

Go Seize Your Own Day

Which day should I seize?
This one? I have too much
to do today, can’t spend
hours looking at clouds,
rolling in dandelions,
testing myself to see
if I like butter. I do.

I know this already. I know
all the things I like, don’t
need to press those
buttons again and again.
I can have wasted days now,
whole weeks of them; I can
line up wasted years,
a long, blank column, if
I want. (Sometimes I do.)

Don’t tell me to seize
any days. Go seize your own,
let me manage mine (or not).
It doesn’t matter if I hoard them
or spend them; the days always
leave me, no matter what
I do.

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NaPoWriMo, Day 1 (Catching Up): A Triolet

Poetic forms often scare me, but this was fun as a mental exercise, if nothing else. Also, you might think I’m now all caught up, but that sneaky NaPoWriMo lady gave a prompt right before things kicked off. So I’ll eventually post my effort for Day Zero (which sounds a little ominous).

Violet Triolet

What can I tell you about the violet?
It might grow wild, all over your yard.
I pick up the phone, begin to dial it;
what can I tell you about the violet?
Some people pot it and try to style it,
but those people are trying too hard.
What can I tell you about the violet?
It might grow wild, all over your yard.

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NaPoWriMo Day 12: Phonetic Translation of a Foreign Poem

Rakish Diatom
(after All People are Pregnant, said Diatoma, by Hasso Krull)

Cook immense on raised Dad, rakish diatom.
Raise on end keyhole, yeah, raise on end hinge,
or could not koi guest vast to have at sunny day.
Eye Lou on sunny to mine. Sun on gee I lose.

Knee rakish diatom Socrates Ella. Socrates rakish
same jut to agar Tony peel, sedum coulis
nor Aristodemos, yeah, rakish hill gem at a sea
Apollo door oh say la, kiss rakish Oma super daily.

Wake Plato manga west porno cat egg, yeah.
Cost tool vat cook need porny cad, mottles Dad,
cash achy you west has to sure rest porno cast
you level Tevas? Can Dad may or nay?

Oh tucks Olie um Dad to pay magma Vi nude.
Agar Tony you rest algas pay day day pee do.
yeah, eat key gee hey Jack sand a name you are, hey catty, are you to me:
ragtime tonight arm a too zest. Ragtime I lost.

OK, here’s the original:

Kõik inimesed on rasedad, rääkis Diotima,
rase on nende keha, ja rase on nende hing,
oi kuidas nad kõigest väest tahavad sünnitada.
Ilu on sünnitamine. Sünd ongi ilus.

Nii rääkis Diotima Sokratesele. Sokrates rääkis
sama juttu Agathoni peol, seda kuulis
noor Aristodemos, ja rääkis hiljem edasi
Apollodorosele, kes rääkis oma sõpradele.

Väike Platon mängis õues põrnikatega.
Kust tulevad kõik need põrnikad, mõtles ta,
kas äkki ühest hästi suurest põrnikast
üleval taevas? Keda meie ei näe?

Õhtuks oli emme ta tuppa magama viinud.
Agathoni juures algas pedede pidu,
ja et keegi ei jaksand enam juua, hakati arutama:
räägime täna armastusest. Räägime ilust

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