A Poem A Day #6 The 37th Anniversary of My 21st birthday.

Posted on April 6, 2015 by T A Munroe

Please excuse this indulgent piece of my past. It makes me feel old to write it, but I am grateful. Not everyone in my high school class had made it this far.

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Back In the Day (on the occasion of my 58th birthday)

Party line

Single ring for the other party, double ring for us.

Or was it the other way around?

I didn’t know who the other party was but I think I answered

Her phone for her once or twice.

Not much of a party, really.

Record players. (And records.)

Small—move the switch to 45

Medium—move the switch to 78

Large—move the switch to 33.

Little Toot gave way to American Pie.

The nuns called the record player a school the Victrola. Seriously.

The TV lived in a piece of furniture.

Black and white, sometimes snowy.

Get up and change the channel for your dad, wouldja?

Turn the knob on the antenna box, wouldja?

You make a better door than a window.

Humph! The neighbors have a color TV.

Going to the movies was an event!

Driving downtown in the afternoon.

The red velvet ropes and red velvet seats—

Like Hollywood itself.

Snow White. The Jungle Book. The Sound of Music.

Larger than life stories I imagined myself in for weeks.

Flip up the lid of the brown box camera to view the scene.

Press a button and the flash kills your eyes.

Turn the knob to advance the film

Replace the flashbulb, but not until it cooled down.

Send the film away and wait and wait and wait.

Now, I take out my phone out of my pocket

And make a call

Listen to music

Watch a TV show

Watch a movie

Make a movie

Take a picture

Send it to someone

Send a message

Find out where I am and how to get there

Read a book

Write a book.

Look up when all this stuff was invented and what was the number one song on the day I was born. (Perry Como was my mom’s favorite crooner.)

Dang, I feel old.

A Poem A Day #5 85…90…95

Posted on April 6, 2015 by T A Munroe

85…90…95…

The snowbirds are roasting on the golfcourses

Featherless turkeys in the Sonoran sun

As cactus bloom from the precipitation

Of winter that wasn’t snow

With temperatures not 20 below.

The year rounders are waiting impatiently

Put upon hosts of unwelcome guests to

Pack their slow ass American gas guzzlers

And head back to Michigan

Wisconsin Minnesota Montana

And get the hell off our roads

And out of our spots in the parking lots

And our seats in the restaurants.

Bye-bye. See you never.

Sigh. Make that October

A Poem a Day #4 In the Wee Hours of Easter Morn

Posted on April 4, 2015 by T A Munroe

In the wee hours of Easter morn

The Moravian Trumpet Choir roved the town

Playing the horn

The trombone

The tuba

Christ the Lord is Risen Today Aaaa-aa-lay-lu-u-ya.

As welcome as the hyacinths and crocuses

And tulips and daffodils in my garden.

The desert has none of that.

Only the sun and the blue sky,

Almost as sure as

My risen savior.

A Poem a Day #3 Suffer the Little Children

Posted on April 3, 2015 by T A Munroe

I think this is something I’m going to be messing around with throughout the month because this is not the tone I want.

Suffer the Little Children

Jesus loves me this I know

For God so loved the world he sent his only begotten son

For the Bible tells me so.

All scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness

Red brown yellow black and white

Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost

They are precious in his sight

Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows

Jesus loves the little children of the world.

Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not

This is similar to a counted cross stitch piece I made when my daughter was a baby. Notice all the white kids. Someone didn’t get the red brown yellow black and white memo.

A Poem A Day # 2 One Year of CoCo La’Tay

Posted on April 2, 2015 by T A Munroe

#2 I feel childish writing a poem about my pup.

By Theresa Munroe 4/14

Poem A Day Challenge or NaPoWriMo

Posted on April 1, 2015 by T A Munroe

I started my “writing career” with NaNoWriMo in 2008. NaNoWriMo is an international event where people accept the challenge to write a novel of at least 50,000 words in the 30 days of November. I’ve written a rough draft of a novel every year since then.

Deciding I should experience different forms of writing instead of only multi-book sagas, I will endeavor to write one poem every day in April. There are various websites supporting this idea, but I think I’m going with NaPoWriMo.

I am not guaranteeing any type of quality. I’m not even going to be upset if I don’t get a poem out every day. And they sure as heck won’t rhyme of have any kind of standard form.

Here’s #1

#1 T.A. Munroe 4/1/15

My challenge–expressive adjectives.

And I think I’ll have to use screen shots taken from Word because I can’t seem to get rid of the space between paragraph on WordPress, if that’s even possible.