A Belated Day 5

The Didactic Cinquain

relationships
hard, easy
holding on tightly
love happiness pain fear
bonds

A grandiose and obscure salute to Iain M. Banks

Day four of napowrimo indulged me in my love for the almost useless grandeur of ridiculous vernacular that I have collected through my voracious appetite for books. And yet, while the poem has the title of of one of Mr. Banks famed ships, I have used it only to give a name. It took four days to write because I felt any attempt was too personal. Then I realized that's what my poetry is. Intensely personal. Lacking borders. Poetry is my personality. I'm nothing if not TMI.

"Falling Outside the Normal Moral Constraints"

Wallowing in the seven deadly sins
Relishing the gluttony and the greed
Priding myself on lust and need
Envying the happy, healthy, lovely, wealthy
Raging at the sloth dwelling inside
Fearing the wrath that I often hide
Floundering in these ever-present toxins

A Sea Shanty

A sea shanty is usually sung in a call and response format. Made up on the spot oftentimes, a shanty may be entirely nonsensical or it may tell a story. On this third day of napowrimo, I've decided to go with a story.

Daughters, can you hear me?
-Aye, mom, we can!
Who has made this mess out here?
-Aye, the invisible man!
Shall I be the maid now?
-Aye, grab your broom and pan!
What has become of my life, dears?
-Aye, it has been overran!
Children, where is your father?
-Aye, frying up food in the pan!
Have I scheduled life down to the minute?
-Aye, but we ruined the plan!
When will I get a vacation?
-Aye, when it's too cold to tan!
Would I trade all of this for anything?
Nay, you're the core of our clan!

Lie To Me

Second in the napowrimo series of prompts is to tell a lie.

The Big Lie
easy.
sure.
yes.
of course!
why not?
sounds great!
no problem at all.
fine.
OK.
good.

NaPoWriMo 2013

I have decided to join in for the daunting task of writing 30 poems in 30 days.
I am using prompts from www.napowrimo.net and have completed my first poem.
I've used the opening line from Maya Angelou's poem, "Insomniac".

There are some nights when

The pitch is deeper, darker, terrifying
The air is crushing, silent, desiccating
Pearls and diamonds of sweat create a sheen upon my brow, and breast- rivulets of panic streaming from my pores
Shivering
Anxiety, Panic
The abyss of night has forced me to leap into the sky
That is also too vast and I'm scared
The night knows how to keep me awake

Almost 23 Months Old

We've been saying it for a while now. Friends and family, even strangers have notices. The Toddler? She is a well-spoken one. The cognizance boggles the mind. We started using sign language (ASL) with her at about six months. She started signing back at eight months. Her first signed word was "more", her first spoken word was "uh-oh". This child of ours has continued to surprise us with her grasp of this difficult-to-learn language her capability of speech, and sentence structure.
Oftentimes we are left gawping at her, only to find ourselves staring open-mouthed at each other.
A week ago, she sang the entirety of "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star". Yesterday, she made up new words to the alphabet song: "C, D, F, G, I Don't Wanna Pee, Q, S, T, U, X, Y, Z". Finally, today. She ran off, out of our sight yet again. Upon corralling her back to lunch at my favorite mall's food court, I asked her, "what would you do if you ran away and Mommy and Daddy couldn't find you and we go home, and have to leave you here?!"
She gave it a thought, narrowing her eyes, and then grinned up at me.
"I work."

Snurrrggghf.

That's the best way to describe how I feel, act, and look today.  Snurrgghhff.
The family got hit with Norovirus and I missed out on that fun*, but now I have a head cold.  The kind of cold that doesn't warrant missing work or school.  The kind of cold that means you can go about your daily life with some normality.  Save for the constant sniffing/snuffling/wheezing/whining, I'm fine!  I have done (some of) my Friday morning chores, and have even found some time to play a few games, talk with a friend, and plan a surprise dinner, all while sneezing in bouts of threes.  Side note- why do I sneeze like that?  Why three bitsy ones instead of one big scary one?
Sniff.
What was I saying?
Right.  I'm sick.
Who's gonna make my chicken soup?


*For four days, the entire household was S-I-C-K.  Lethargic, gross, sleepy, covered in yuck, sick.  Thankfully, it only affected the hubby for One Very Long Day.