April is the NaPoWriMo challenge. So all of my posts, whether here or at The Black Tortoise, are poems. No I’m not a poet. I do enjoy a challenge, always have, even when I was a little girl.
Today’s challenge from NaPoWriMo.net:
take a chance, literally. Find a deck of cards (regular playing cards, tarot cards, uno cards, cards from your “Cards Against Humanity” deck – whatever), shuffle it, and take a card – any card! Now, begin free-writing based on the card you’ve chosen. Keep going without stopping for five minutes. Then take what you’ve written and make a poem from it.
Summer mornings’ cool meant:
Weeding, Mowing, Ladybird, Barns, Laundry.
Hopscotch, clip-on roller-skates, jump rope;
Party of Nine charged outside until
Sun beat down hot and humid and we
Sought refuge with oilclothed peanut butter sandwiches,
swirled in Welches grape jelly on toast,
Washed down with pasteurized milk or Kool-Aid:
Wished we had some, can’t wait.
Little kids napped, while big kids Slapped Jacks or,
Crazy Eighted Old Maids, and I Doubted.
OhHellOhHellOhHell as delicious as
Peanut M&Ms counted with care, even-steven.
To be fair to be kind to be siblings to be equal.
Tested melt-in-your-mouth, not-in-your-hand, patience.
All remainders, a lesson learned in math, Mom’s.