Day 21 ... NaPoWriMo / Poem-a-Day 2017

Blackjack. Roberto Clemente with the Pittsburgh Pirates. Nine o'clock sans sun. Maureen Thorson’s NaPoWriMo prompt: "write a poem that incorporates overheard speech. It could be something you’ve heard on the radio, or a phrase you remember from your childhood, even something you overheard a coworker say in the break room! Use the overheard speech as a springboard from which to launch your poem. Your poem could comment directly on the overheard phrase or simply use it as illustration or tone-setting material." Robert Lee Brewer’s Poem-a-Day prompt: "pick an object (any object), make it the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles could include: 'Toothbrush,' 'Rake,' 'Pilot G2 Premium Gel Roller Pen,' or any number of other objective titles. Have fun with it." I just got back from lunch at the Union here at my university. Man, the things you hear. This transpired literally within the last hour. P O E M   R E M O V E D while being submitted for publication.   Please come back later. The poem may return at some time in the future. Thank you!     Alan's poem also came from eavesdropping while eating. During dinner at a restaurant last night, in fact. Implant “She said he just felt sick and dizzy all the time, and all those jokes about the pill— but no one thinks about an implant—she just wanted him to feel all right about himself, and he’d quit cigarettes and lost a bit of weight, but still, you know, there was that other thing. Somehow, he has to bend it into shape, and when they’re done, he tucks it down in place. Oh, it’s a honeymoon, to hear her talk. Before, he’d always been ‘attentive’ to her needs—I didn’t ask— but now they hurry home from work, and I’ve not seen them out for drinks since he got cleared to—honey, I don’t know about some folks.” —Draft by Thomas Alan Holmes    [Do not copy or quote . . . thanks.] Wow. About this Alan wrote me, "Thank Heavens for iambic pentameter, which polishes even accidental Applebee's eavesdropping." Also, folks, it's an unrhymed sonnet! Well, actually, some occasional rhyme: all/pill, tucks/folks, honeymoon/been. Okay, everyone, you know what to do next time you're eating at some fine establishment. Bring a yellow pad. And a gel pen so you can write fast. Laptop, even. Friends, won’t you comment, please? Love to know what you’re thinking. To comment, look for a red line below that starts Posted by, then click once on the word comments in that line. If you don’t find the word “comments” in that line, then look for a blue link below that says Post a comment and click it once. Thanks! Ingat, everyone.  ヅ

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