Day 25 ... NaPoWriMo / Poem-a-Day

Hello, everyone! Day five squared, with a square five left to go. As far as prompts go, Maureen Thorson suggests a cento. Robert Lee Brewer says, "write a poem about a sport." And Andrea Boltwood recommends a "questioning poem." I'm afraid none of those prompts worked for me today. So, no prompt at all. Just winging it. Here's an idea from my early undergraduate courses in astronomy, when I was virtually an astronomy major, though I never ended up declared it. Tried to write this very poem 30+ years ago, but I didn't yet have the skill or the mileage to pull it off. bary in a binary star two stellar bodies of similar mass outside themselves she with her etsy shop her handmade knickknacks her gardening and cooking blogs both never in the same place never at the same time their barycenter not the dodge caravan minivan that sat interminably in the garage because neither of them drove it where neither of them ever were where nothing is except their children amy and sam in the snow globe of their frozen lives girdled by and her orbits center revolve around a common center he with his job as a loan officer his maserati his fender stratocaster both coming and going going and coming orbiting each other not the house in the suburbs not the vacation home in the poconos their barycenter an invisible point except their children sam and amy forever suspended where not even snow fell where not even their breaths steamed where the kids stood forever his orbits orbits —Draft by Vince Gotera     [do not copy or quote ... thanks] No poem yet from Catherine. I'll post that here when I get it. Looking forward to her poem! Today's featured blog is MiskMask: Alphabet Soup de Jour. Head chef Misky is plating for us, with lovely presentation, sparkling and sprightly Poem-a-Day and NaPoWriMo sweets. Check out, for example, today's fun cento, channeling Lewis Carroll and Edward Lear, among others: "Onward the Noseybum." Also take a peek at Misky's other blogs on gardening, cooking, and more. That's the end of TWO-FIVE. Doesn't that sound like CB slang? "TEN-FOUR, good buddy." Or police radio lingo: "My TWO-FIVE is in ten minutes." Anyway, you know what to do below in the comment section below . . . thanks. Ingat. Added 4/30/12: Friends, here's Catherine's poem for Day 25. It's viciously delicious. Or deliciously vicious. Or something like that! After School Snack Barrel pressed cool against her pulsing throat, haute couture, leather-gloved, slender fingers demurely caressed the trigger before she kissed the shell loaded just for the occasion, Greeted her children with crimson mud clotted in vacant eyes, sharp slag barbed in skull splinters, empty fifth of gin, warm milk, cookies, red mess to clean. —Draft by Catherine Pritchard Childress     [do not copy or quote ... thanks] POEM-A-DAY 2012 • Pick a day in April: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30