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Shadorma for #TankaTuesday
The prompt this week is based on this picture by Monet:
I always Had the impression That Monet Needs glasses. The blurs are not purposeful They are myopic.
If you’d like to join the challenge, head here.
Synonym Challenge on #tankstuesday
I was given two words that I can only use synonyms for. I wrote a cinquain to meet the syllable challenge.
Uncoil Buds spin open Tender verdant hue That deepens when emerald leaves Return
Thanks to Colleen M Chesebro. You can find the challenge, and the two words at www.wordcraftpoetry.com.
It would be fun if you made a guess at the two words and left a comment!
Poetry Reading
Reading my poem “Garlic Press” for my radio interview with Victoria Onefrei. Link for the show will be coming as soon as I have it!
Garlic Press
For its mechanical ferocity Consider the garlic press: The most aggressive kitchen tool More violent than the tenderizer. Peel the transparent husk Push the shiny bulb Down into the cup Pressing its arched back Over the grid of holes Line up the plunger – Hinged silver block Created to crush – Grip the handles Squeeze Pressing the bulb into the screen Pushing past its initial resistance Until it breaks Garlic pulps through holes Splattering in shafts Splashing into the dish.
Waterfall for #tankatuesday
Here is my poem based off of this photo:
Despite its stillness Picture frozen water flows Green comb waterfall Thanks to Colleen M. Chesebro at https://wordcraftpoetry.com/ Photo from https://secondwindleisure.com/
A Dream Come True
A dream came true for me yesterday! I was interviewed by Victoria Onofrei for the radio show “Victoria in Verse”.
If you know me, you know the opportunity to talk about MYSELF FOR AN HOUR was exciting. I read four poems, told a story, and talked at length about family, teaching, writing, and playing Ultimate Frisbee. Basically, I got to talk about every part of my life that I care about and invest time into.
Victoria was a wonderful interviewer! The Zoom format was so familiar and comfortable, it was honestly like talking to a good friend. She kept the interview moving by asking a variety of questions. I feel like it is going to make great listening.
The planned broadcast date is this coming Sunday, March 12th. Of course, I will share the link for those of you that are interested in listening.
Prepping for radio show!
Got my new gear ready for a radio interview today. Details to come!!
The Death of Snow Days?
I began this poem in December of 2020:
Covid year took away so much It even took away nothing. Gave “No School” the virus Changed snow days to work days.
This is all I wrote the first time that a snow day was replaced by a remote teaching day. At the time, I thought snow days were over for good. Since then, Connecticut has ruled that remote learning cannot replace snow days.
I wasn’t feeling bad for myself, really. I got to sleep in, I was home, didn’t have to make two 45-minute commutes. And though I didn’t have the day off, I also knew we wouldn’t have to make up any days at the end of the school year. I can delay my gratification.
I really felt bad for the kids. Snow days are the most exciting things when you are little. A day off from school, a chance to go outside and play in the snow. (And yes, a lot of kids still like to be outside.) To do … whatever. Or nothing. A taste of freedom.
In those strange, upside-down pandemic days, I thought this would be taken away forever. As I sit here on a snow day, flakes falling outside, (working on grades because most teachers take advantage of any time that you can correct without new work coming in) I am happy. Throughout Connecticut, kids are building snowmen, hurling snowballs, running and shrieking and giggling. And that’s what I would have missed the most if snow days were gone for good.
My homework for #tankatuesday
I forgot that I need a syllabic poem for the weekly challenge. So here is the image again and my poem.
Look above me now At the love that used to be Dissolving to mist
You have until Tuesday to complete the challenge here.
Fairy Land
I wanted to explore a new area that I thought had a pretty extensive trail system. It didn’t, but I couldn’t be disappointed. It lead me next to a wonderful property full of whimsical art. I felt welcome at Simsfairy Farms!
Boz Bozeman 