reducing me to gravy
The smell of fish
often still wet
you prepare before drying
quenches my thirst
plucked from your kitchen window
in trout eyes
until it’s too late
Today is a perfect day to feature Ileea, a fellow participant who writes in a language most of us don’t understand. But, like she wrote last year: Google is your friend, and you can still enjoy her poems even when Google takes some liberties in translating them.
I hadn’t read Ileea yet this year, but it was on my wish list. Today I first worked with one of her poems for the prompt. My next step will be to read her other poems and have Google translate them from Swedish to English. Then, and only then, I will check out what the original poem was about. I’ll enjoy he suspense for a while!
If you hop over to the Ileea blog, may I recomend her day 13? It’s rather great.
redan halv sju
tjuter utanför fönstret
vid min sida
genom skitiga köksfönster
med trötta ögon
sova lite till
Limb by limb
This has to end
“Today, in gratitude for making it to Day 20, our (optional) prompt asks you to write a poem about a handmade or homemade gift that you have received.” Safe to say that with this #elevenie I digressed from the prompt at napowrimo.net today. The day brought fights, stress, anger, sadness, powerlessness, unsolvable technical problems, a really good conversation and some hugs.
To my own surprise I made a concrete poem today, which was the prompt for day 9 on napowrimo.net: to write a “concrete” poem – a poem in which the lines and words are organized to take a shape that reflects in some way the theme of the poem.
Today’s prompy, on day 19, was to write a “walking archive” – the physical instantiation of a walk. Where I live, I’m lucky enough that I coould have gone out for a real walk (and I did, albeit a short one). But last year I spent about six months being immobile due a a broken foot (long story). So I mainly saw my own walls for a long time.
I never knew the song that inspired the poem had an official video. But here it is:
Your connection [encrypted] has sent you the following downloadable experiences:
1. Get out of bed unassisted *
2. Breathe unpolluted air **
3. Chew food ***
4. Stroke a living being ****
5. Experience the embrace of a past lover *****
6. Smell fresh bread ******
7. Hear your father/mother say the words you’ve always wanted to hear *******
* No extra installer needed
** Only works if your virus scanner is up to date
*** Install dentures plug-in if needed
**** After accepting the download, you can choose human or animal
***** Satisfaction not guaranteed
****** May contain traces of nuts and milk
******* No person received payment or anything of value, in exchange for their cooperation
Your download will expire in 23 hours. To be able to deliver we need access to all your files, peripheral devices, apps, programs, and full registry. This message will be deleted when you try to forward it.
Somehow this poem was inspired by the prompt at napowrimo.net: to write an ode to life’s small pleasures. It made me think of a friend of mine who suffers from MND (ALS) who wrote these words this week, straight from the heart:
“I am locked in bed until I am rescued at seven you lucky bastards that don’t depend on others to move or drink.”
I’d sooner call her a hippy than a rebel riot, so you hopefully understand that her choice of words was a cry of frustration. I made me realise how many simple joys we don’t notice, because we think they are normal and will be there forever.
Who else has been named both widow and maiden?
Who else has served kings and queens alike??
Who else was known as humane but cruel?
Who else? Tell me.
Who else has been named both fanlight and razor?
Who else has served criminals and heroes alike?
Who else was a well known remedy to good and bad fortune?
Who else? Tell me?
Who else has been used both as razor and neck tie?
Who else has served justice/injustice alike?
Who else was famed to be quick and painless?
Who else? Tell me?
The prompt at napowrimo.net: “Today, I challenge you to write a poem that features forgotten technology.”. I’m happy that this technology isn’t used any more, and was surprised to learn that it was once considered humane. This technology was used from the middle ages until after the second world war. You can read about its (gruesome) history here.
On the sofa
I absorb its touch
I had a day filled with frustration and anger. I didn’t want to write about it and I had no inspiration for today’s music prompt. So an off prompt #elevenie it is for now.
I stole words from another poet
I had to
They had all been used before
“Today, I challenge you to write a non-apology for the things you’ve stolen.” NaPoWriMo.net always delivers when it comes to prompts.
I’ll be sharing this post with the online GoDogGo cafe, where people can join Promote Yourself Monday. Their rules are very user friendly: All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to post one link to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.
The hardest spell
It needs joy to begin
Continued joy to win
To leave the dark hell
The hardest spell
This may be the first time that I’ve managed a #triolet, the suggested form today at napowrimo.net: “For today’s prompt (optional, as always), I’d like to challenge you to write a triolet. These eight-line poems involve repeating lines and a tight rhyme scheme.”
I didn’t come up with “expecto serotonin”, it was a fabulous reply on Facebook when I wrote I wanted a Defense Against the Dark Moods class, just like Harry Potter has Defense Against the Dark Arts classes.
The beautiful wand in the picture was made by a wizard called My Son.