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OctPoWriMo 2015 Day 21.. Pink

OctPoWriMo 2015 Day 21.. Pink

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(c) 3/9/2009 Saradunn watercolor on paper; 6" h x 9" w Bianca and birthday tulips from Joan

(c) 3/9/2009 Saradunn
watercolor on paper; 6″ h x 9″ w
Bianca and birthday tulips from Joan

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OctPoWriMo 2015 Day 21 off prompt: Pink

written 10/25/2015
seize the poem: prompt; pink
February is my birth month
and the painting was done
soon after.

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My response to the prompt:

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February warmth
Bianca with pink tulips
splash of light
peaceful morning
watching blue jays
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OctPoWriMo 2015 Day 20.. gesture

OctPoWriMo 2015 Day 20.. gesture

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photo: .psu.edu

photo: .psu.edu

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OctPoWriMo 2015 Day 20

TPOS prompt: gesture

My Response to the prompt:

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quiet ~ lost in thought
twirls same strand of hair
absentmindedly
toddler to middle aged
endearing gesture
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photo: .psu.edu


OctPoWriMo 2015 Day 19 ... Oh, Dear !

OctPoWriMo 2015 Day 19
… Oh, Dear !

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Plimoth Plantation free use image

Plimoth Plantation
free use image

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OctPoWriMo 2015 Day 19 …Oh Dear !

The Prompt:

“…. I yet again bring you something with form! Never fear, this one has nothing to do with counting!

Actually this is a form that I kinda made up one day for a poetry class in college, I call it the “Dear,” form.

Once upon a time a friend and I were joking about our ex boyfriends at the beginning of poetry class and coming forth from that was what we wrote that day!

How to do it?

Each line of the poem starts with “Dear (name)”
You get one line to say something to an ex or some significant love, example I did my ex boyfriend, my high school crushes, my (then) current boyfriend, my childhood love, etc. Anyways my list ended up to be about 17 names long.
For each name, you get one sentence plus one word (optional) Example: “Dear Steve, at least you made good coffee. Sorry.”

Don’t have a long enough list? You can go with a list like your bridesmaids, your best friends in college, deceased pets, etc. I’ve always liked doing this periodically with the same list to see if my feelings have changed towards any of the memories I have of these people. It’s a nice reflective exercise I feel, personally I think it pairs well with a glass of wine.”~Beverly Tan
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My Response to the prompt:

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Dear Ancestors …
those who came on the Mayflower
with Edward for going back and getting the cows
so we could have milk and cheese in Wisconsin.
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Dear Ancestor writers and poets
who came before me…
your genes have been passed on
and into two generations after me.

Dear how many greats it is ancestors…
of those of you who were artists…
your gift of artist talent
is now in my grandchildren alive,
well and thriving.
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Dear Grandmother Winslow,
who emigrated from Norway
to an unknown place,
and thru your example showed me
how to handle crippling pain
with your grace and never heard to complain.
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Dear Grandfather Winslow,
you showed eternal love,
providing her the fine things she loved.
Saving and living frugally
to buy the crystal chandelier
piece by piece,
the oriental rug,
the french dishes for the table
… I wonder how many other things
we never knew about.
You gave me the love of Norman Rockwell
and remember the cellar room wall papered
with the Saturday Evening Post covers.
Most of all, your example of service …
doing all you could for your wife,
carrying her down the stairs in the morning, up at night…
never complaining
just doing what was needed
to keep Grandmother center in our lives ~
and allowing her to enjoy her surroundings
more than the four walls of the bedroom.
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I just realized that,
before the elevator at the nursing home,
when I helped carry residents
from second floor to first for whatever reason,
I must have heard you whisper in my ear.
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Dear Grandmother Gerstner ~
I may be following your foot steps
of making the rounds of the children/grandchildren
in the December of my life.
You taught me to keep silent
when in someone else’s home
… not to speak out loud your feelings,
yours must have been stepped on many times.
I learned so much by sharing a room
and my bed with you.
I still have your aprons
you showed me with patience
how to cross-stitch and patchwork
the right way and with elegance.

Dear Ancestors
who not only came over on the Mayflower
but by boat and plane, for a better life
or married and moved to join a family
~ one came on the day a baby was buried.
Your traits and personalities are still alive and well.
I wonder because of lack of photos,
if we look like you,
…. I can see some in me …
my Winslow nose that fits so well
with the Gerstner round and fluffy physique.

Peace and Love,

Sigrid (Gerstner) (mother Mary Winslow) Saradunn Artist, Poet, Writer

 


OctPoWriMo 2015 Day 18 Things aren't always what they seem

OctPoWriMo 2015 Day 18
Things aren’t always what they seem

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Fresh Dandelion Greens Free Use Image

Fresh Dandelion Greens
Free Use Image

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OctPoWriMo 2015 Day 18:    prompt:  Things aren’t always what they seem

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Today’s prompt we’re going to add a little mystery to our lives. Look around you, whether it’s a physical object or people in general in your life. Chose something or someone and give them a double life. Ex: I just book a graphic novel where the woman is a turn of the century housewife during the day, but at night she’s an assassin. Maybe your tomato has the secret life of an apple. Never know what’s happening in the crisper when the drawer is closed. Get creative and have fun with it.

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My Response to the prompt:

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Things aren’t always what they seem

illusions that come with mysteries
facts that have a spin to them
unseen to the human eye.
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Cherokee tribe of Native Americans, said

“Don’t judge a man until you have walked a mile in his shoes”

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and Harper Lee. To Kill a Mockingbird :

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“You never really know a man

until you understand things from his point of view,

until you climb into his skin and walk around in it.”

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Think of the quote before being the critic:
walk in their shoes.
A grieving person may still be sad
even when laughing and sharing a joke.
A widower spoke and said, “Don’t tell
me you know how I feel unless you’ve
lost a spouse”.
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An only child never knows the bliss
of a sibling who had the same parents
at the same time.of the parents life.
(My brother and I are “only children”
~ six years apart)
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One person’s comfort food,
may seem odd or inedible to another…
have you tried fried insects, jelly fish,
pickled octopus, made rose hip jam or
dandelion greens in your smoothie ?
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Things aren’t always what they seem
illusions that come with mysteries
facts that have a spin to them
unseen to the human eye.


OctPoWriMo 2015 Day 17 Dance

OctPoWriMo 2015 Day 17 Dance

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photo: free use image: sheilaomalley Dancing in the 1950s The random pair of legs in the air. The girl is upside down. I love her. I want to be her. Can you see the grin on her upside-down face, too?

photo: free use image: sheilaomalley
Dancing in the 1950s
The random pair of legs in the air.
The girl is upside down. I love her.
I want to be her.
Can you see the grin
on her upside-down face, too?

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OctPoWriMo 2015 Day 17   prompt:  Dance…

“Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.” ― Rumi
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Poetry Prompt:
What stage are you at in the above quote? Are you dancing? Write for ten minutes asking yourself the previous questions.

Word Prompts:
Free
Middle
Bandage

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My response to the prompt:

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Teens Dancing with Joy
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way back in the day
Friday night school dances
joyful grovin’ tunes
now jitterbug the night away
sounding like a wind broke horse

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OctPoWriMo 2015 Day 16 Conquer the world..prompt from day 15

OctPoWriMo 2015 Day 16 Conquer the world..prompt from day 15

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(c) 2012 Saradunn

(c) 2012 Saradunn

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The prompt from Day 15

Conquer the World
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Imagine if today was the day where you could do anything you wanted. All foods had no calories. You could speed without getting pulled over. You could climb onto a plane and fly without having a ticket. What would you do? What is your wildest dream for you one day? Tell us all about it!

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My take on the prompt:  

Conquer the World :

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If dreams
transformed the world
for even a day
my wish would be to find
the authentic me
Stuffed and tampered out
at an early age
So much I could have given
the world
if not living a lie and pretending to be what others
thought I should be
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If dreams could transform me for even a day
I’d know what made me the way I am
What my parents were like when they weren’t parents keeping secrets
Curiosity could have cost me more..
or would I find out
the freedom that the truth brings
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If dreams could transform me for even a day
… a day would surely not be enough:
I’d see Paris, the Eiffel Tower,
be transported to Monet’s Gardens
Travel to the land of my grandparents
to England Germany and Norway
And keep on going to the end of my time on earth…
My curiosity that was stifled is now active and mournful.
Wasted Days, Nights and Years.
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Sigh.
A contented sigh now that I’ve gotten that out of my mind.
If wishes were horses…
horses would have wings and fly me in style
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OctPoWriMo 2015 Day 15 Risky Business/Blitz poem from Day 13.

OctPoWriMo 2015 Day 15 Risky Business/Blitz poem
from Day 13.

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Photo: (c) 2015 Saradunn

Photo: (c) 2015 Saradunn

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The Blitz Poem, a poetry form created by Robert Keim.
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This form of poetry is a stream of short phrases and images with repetition and rapid flow.
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Begin with one short phrase, it can be a cliché. Begin the next line with another phrase that begins with the same first word as line 1. The first 48 lines should be short, but at least two words.

The third and fourth lines are phrases that begin with the last word of the 2nd phrase, the 5th and 6th lines begin with the last word of the 4th line, and so on, continuing, with each subsequent pair beginning with the last word of the line above them, which establishes a pattern of repetition.
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Continue for 48 total lines with this pattern, And then the last two lines repeat the last word of line 48, then the last word of line 47.
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The title must be only three words, with some sort of preposition or conjunction joining the first word from the third line to the first word from the 47th line, in that order.
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There should be no punctuation. When reading a BLITZ, it is read very quickly, pausing only to breathe.
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It took a while to get the
rhythm of writing and after a couple of
false starts, a fun way to write.  Siggi

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My Take on A Blitz Poem

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Up and Reversed

Risky business
risky to grow up
up people pleasing
up mild mannered
mild is back in the day
mild turned to grow old bold.
bold and outspoken
bold speaking my truth
truth need to be identified
truth my truth from my soul
soul and body mend
soul with mindfulness heal
heal your thoughts
heal your body
body heals by strengthening weaknesses
body feeds on truth and love
love the person you are
love those who you are with
with the joy of kindred souls
with joy and mindfulness
mindfulness to daily chores
mindfulness to earth and planets
planets revolve sending energy
planets remind us we are not alone
alone surrounded by a world of people
alone but not lonely
lonely not reaching out
lonely are the aging with no young friends
friends make life more interesting
friends something to look forward to
to relieve the grief of those gone on
to live life not just exist
exist to have a meaning
exist to make a difference
difference makes the world interesting
difference the zest of friendship
friendships need to be ageless
friendships are the glue of life
life is empty live in a vacuum
life lived til the last breath a treasure
treasure life long friends
treasure the young and new to you
you over think things as usual
you sometimes are right even tho
tho the world turns
tho the world seems to have reversed
reversed is part of life
reversed is the way life spins
life
spins
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