Today’s NaPoWrMo2019 has challenged us to use some sort of professional or business jargon and then run with the metaphor. I cannot say that this prompt is sparking much joy in me, but then I am feeling the weariness of a marathon runner at mile seventeen. I did dip into the resource pages suggested, but still felt uninspired. Nonetheless, I tell my kids that failure is part of the creative process. Things don’t always work, but the only real failure is not to try. Gotta walk the talk, teacher!
So I dipped into a past experience of working in a call centre. Our cubicles were called Pods. Which was company jargon. So…I’m trying…We also had to do some sort of personality test in the training. I was a dolphin. Apparently our modus operadi is to help people.
Others may school or herd, but here, intelligent animal life listens from a 2x2 cubicle.
The point of these conversations is to reach cooperation with the high risk funking on the credit card company.
So let this nice dolphin give you some peace of mind. Because if you don't very shortly we will sell you out to sharks.
Here in Pod Land we flip and leap and play each day, smile on the phone to get you to give more money in call after call after call.
A week down on NaPoWriMo2019. “Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem of gifts and joy. What would you give yourself, if you could have anything? What would you give someone else? “
You could spin this theme a hundred ways. I was reading a blog post over on http://www.traciyork.com about a PowerHouseCreatives challenge on Five Things That Make you Smile.. That could have been the way I went with today’s poems (the fuzzy notebook with a llama on it that made me smile in Tescos, so I bought it and sent it to my brother in Brooklyn where he did the literal LOL on receipt.) There may still be a poem in it for another day.
But this is where the morning writing practice decided to go. It’s later than usual. With a busy schedule of workshops I need to have sleeping in days to recoup and re-centre.
I see you. You see me. That time we woke and beauty was in our eye. There was a rose in a glass on the mantel. We were in the initial throes of our love.
I see you. You see me. We woke. We saw the beauty. From which we sipped and still drink. It is a glass forever full of our love.
I see you. You see me. Changed in that blaze of beauty, it doesn't disappear in a blink. It stays. That scent which arose from our love.
I see you. You see me. Now we look around. Beauty surrounds. Because when you saw me, I saw you, we saw the world. The grain of sand became the pearl of our love.
Happy NaPoWritMo/GloPoWriMo 2019! I may have been writing a Poetry Daily since 15th September 2018, but I am really happy to open a website and have a prompt AND some poetry resources that are new to me to get me inspired and fired up again with the daly poetry practice. It’s not too late for you to join in. The website I follow is http://www.napowrimo.net.But there are other sites out there offering daily poetry prompts, too. Just Google your way around NaPoWriMo and you will find one that suits.
Today’s prompt is all about instructions. Five years ago Clare Shaw gave a workshop I was participating in the prompt on instructions for saying goodbye. Instructions are like list poems. They are great gateway poems. NaPoWriMo.net mentioned IKEA. Which did get me thinking about past flat pack furniture assembly. Then I decided I had not written a villanelle in a really long time. So I challenged myself on that score.
How to Know How To
It's hard to know how to how to when facts and the truth are so slippery and the flat pack arrives missing some screws. So the furniture wobbles like tofu. Which makes spousal types loudly disagree. It's hard to know how to how to when the culture is self-help and can do. We're supposed to know how to live sanely, but the flat pack arrives missing some screws. The final straw to a major boo-hoo makes you sound like a neighbourhood banshee.. . It's hard to know how to how to when the world doesn't want a big to-do. There are oughts to get you caught so archly. Why did the flat pack arrive missing screws? Why did the wood glue not hold true? Why can't we help feeling completely screwed? It's hard to know how to how to when the flat pack arrives missing some screws.