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

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.

Source: imgarcade

Source: imgarcade

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.

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

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 # 2 One Year of CoCo La’Tay

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

By Theresa Munroe 4/14

By Theresa Munroe 4/14

CoCo La'Tay the day we brought her home, about 8 weeks old.

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Poem A Day Challenge or NaPoWriMo

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

#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.