Monday, March 31, 2014

Being in Year 59

Validate your
Every cell;
Refresh your
Soul with meditation;
Allow for
Loving all. Be well.

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Anchors aweigh!

Sailing into Week III of this Wordplay Project of Year 59, we have the word ‘jib.’


Saturday, March 29, 2014

Week 3 of Year 59

Please! The
Hour is here. The time is NOW!
Observe that your yore-view mirror
Needs adjusting;
It prevents our
Coexisting in PEACE.

Speaking of peace, here is an acrostic poem I wrote for it last year:
Perhaps if we
Endeavor to treat one another
As we wish to be treated, we
Could achieve a happy degree of social

Friday, March 28, 2014

Week III Eve in Year 59

I enjoyed today’s exploration into the realms of geology and chemistry. Wordplay with it proved challenging.

Zealously she learned about the
Exchange properties of this helpful mineral, with an eye
On its use in purifying water; and then, oh my!...
Lava flows along Lake Superior
In Minnesota have revealed its cousin, the rare
Thomsonite, containing concentric colorful rings.
Even rocks can sing!

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Week II, F-word in Year 59

So I was in the F section of my dictionary and while I landed on perfectly fine f-words, I broke my randomness rule when my eyes wandered over to a word wholly unfamiliar to me.

Fancy the weft bubbling
Over and
Under, creating a
Lithe, lilting twill soft
As breath.
Remarkable Universe, ever so

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

A dozen so far in Year 59

Can plus shouldn’t
Multiple maybes
Produces an
Trio of doubts;
Add to that
Truth or dare,
Infernal circles and squares,
Oh my! It all equals
N-essay’s clout.

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Poems #11 of Year 59

Language is a huge paint box. This wordplay, in which I engage each day, reminds me of blending colors and painting splotches; sometimes they make sense and sometimes not. It’s the process that matters here.

Last night I picked today’s word and got an early start composing a poem for it. Oh my, what was I thinking?

The moment am I, for
Rushed ahead…to die.

It sounded too dark for this morning's lovely sunshine and birdsong. Here is the next one I wrote for the word ‘after.’

Acting on an additional thought,
Fraught with contradiction,
The senator contrived to
Even the score with
Repugnant malediction.

My friend was watching the wildlife segment of a morning show. After we discussed how amazing and magnificent animals are, I felt inspired to compose a third poem for today’s word.

Animals of this world will
Fare better when
The uptight, upright mammals
Evolve to living more


Monday, March 24, 2014

#10 of Year 59

I prefer to be more specific in my writing, but today’s word dictates the opposite.


New and
Energizing birth;
Rain and sun
Alter the
Laughscape – such mirth!

My first attempt this morning was a bit more serious. I came across the word ‘gloze.’ Great Scrabble word! It means to minimize or underplay.

Gloze not that
Energy, as an entity,
Never in all the universe
Entirely dissipates;

I didn’t feel I was getting at the spirit of the word ‘general.’ It intrigues me that it evolved from the Latin meaning ‘kind.’  Anyone reading this blog is welcome to collaborate here.

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Poem #9 of Year 59

Today’s celebration could easily be described by my random word choice for March 23, 2014. The occasion was dear, and meaningful to many. The gathering afterwards was an expression of familial love.

Let us pay greater
Attention to life’s
It’s a wild roller coaster ride.
Scream and be

Saturday, March 22, 2014

Week II of Year 59

I have always appreciated the three ells in the word parallel. They are so… parallel! Today’s word contains this concept in its definition.

Seeing a similar
Youthful you,
Negotiating the negative
Changes that can
Hinder one’s happiness,
Real-time rationality
Occurs, and offers
Needed now-nurturing;
Indeed, this insight
Soothes the soul,
Making you more mindful.

Friday, March 21, 2014

Poem #7 of Year 59

So what better way to spend one’s time when unable to fall back to sleep in the wee hours? Go ahead. Randomly pick your daily poem’s springboard word and get to work! Actually, I juggled two acrostic poems this early morning.

At a gathering of knitters last night I enjoyed a long talk with a most compassionate and aware woman, who not only writes poetry, but also facilitates a local group of writers. I mentioned the kinds of acrostic poems I wrote last year, inspired by words such as mindfulness, anxiety, patience, fear. She asked if I had done one about courage. Of course, my mind leaped on that word, as well as the one I chose from the dictionary.

Today’s word brought forth this poem, titled “Rotten?”

Yes, exult and respect that
One, extraordinary in its
Likeness to the sun, without which we
Know we would become extinct.

The first inspiration of this word was:

Orbs are

This is the acrostic poem I composed for my new friend’s word courage:

Couldn’t we as individuals tap into
Universally shared
Resources when we
Event horizons?

My 2007 edition of The American Heritage Dictionary defines an event horizon as “[T]he region, usu. described as spherical, marking the outer boundary of a black hole.” Don’t we in daily life sometimes find ourselves teetering on that edge? Take comfort that we are all interconnected and in that space together.

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Poem #6 of Year 59

Thursday, March 20, 2014. WHIRLIGIG seems a magical choice for the first day of spring.

Whimsical spring breezes
Happily wreaked havoc
In her curly locks, the
Red-gold strands
Intertwining into a
Grand and quite
Guilloche around her face.

I heard the word ‘guilloche’ on a radio game show the other day and just had to use it.

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Poem #5 of Year 59

Today’s word, epithalamium, is an ode that honors a bride and bridegroom. Marriage is in the air this year. Considering those involved, I decided to give this wordplay a bit of gravitas.

Expressions of caring and
Plentiful sharing
Inspire all gathered
To honor you two.
Happy thereafter,
A life full of laughter and
Loving and safety
And good health to you!
May your experience
Include a resilience that
Ultimately brings
Many years of love true.

Normally I don’t attempt to fit my acrostic poems into a particular metric pattern or rhyme scheme. Since, however, this word indicates a form of poetry, I thought I should honor it with some semblance of form.

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Poem #4 of Year 59

It's amazing the crazy words one's finger will land on in the dictionary!

Intoning a
Expletive, the
Xeric -- and through no fault of its own
Amorphous --
Tackled the task of
Inscribing with its four big
Toes the
Details of its family's

Monday, March 17, 2014

Year 59 cont'd

St. Patrick's Day poem,  #3 of 365 acrostic poems:

Blarney Stone, you
Enticing rock, promising to
Create eloquence in one once
Only proves you to be a
No nonsensical, tourist-attracting myth.

Year 59

As I approached turning 59 years old, I considered the number itself. It seems a little heavy somehow, compared to 60. Wouldn't it be fun to do something every day of that 59th year? I decided that each day I would, with eyes closed tight, select a word from my American Heritage Dictionary and inspired by that word, compose an acrostic poem.

I have been writing acrostic poems lately. Here is one example:

Pretend you’re
A sloth and
Take each breath
In time with your
Eternally long and finely
Ced movem

I was away from my computer for several days at the time of my birthday recently, so in this post I will provide the first two poems of my 59th year. Henceforth, I plan to post one each day. If anyone 'out there' is reading my blog, I will feel more accountable. The book Show Your Work by Austin Kleon inspired me to make blogging part of my daily life. I want to share the process. It's all part of the fun of participating in this vast universe.

March 15's poem:

Promising myself today to
Use all my
Resources throughout this next
Spin around the sun with utmost

March 16, which I titled "Music to my ears" (can be heard as "music to my years"):
Trembling on the
Horizon, amazing atmospheric
Upheaval turns old to
Drenching parched senses with
My spirit.