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Sunday Evening Comin' Down

The prompt for Day 18’s Poem a Day Challenge hosted by The Poetry Pub, is “harmattan” which the dusty NE wind that blows through West Africa in the winter. The dryness and dustiness can provide a metaphor to a heart condition that I experience when I am especially tired after a day of ministry. Also, ever since I saw Larry Gatlin talk about Kris Kristofferson’s song “Sunday Morning Comin’ Down”…

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Welcome to the Poetry Pub

Happy November! Either I inadvertently hibernated after finishing Write 31 Days OR I had a strange first half of the week. There was definitely a moment last night where I was in the kitchen making a grown-up drink and my husband and I pretty much were like this:

While I get my bearings, I wanted to let you know about something fun we started over on Facebook. For the past five-ish years, I’ve done the November Poem a Day Challenge with varying levels of success. The basic idea is NaNoWriMo for poets: except instead of trying to bang out a novel you write a poem each day. The Writer’s Digest poetry blog has a daily prompt, or you can ignore them altogether and write what you want.

Normally, I’d post them on the blog, but this year, I’m NovPadding at a brand new Facebook group called The Poetry Pub! Because NovPadding is way more fun with friends.

There are SO MANY good poems already, y’all. And I hope this space will be a safe place to practice poem-writing, get feedback and encouragement, or just share some of your favorite poets and poems... in November and beyond.

Right now, we’re sharing the daily prompt in the group, so if you want to jump in on NovPAD, feel free to request to join. Hope to see you at the Pub!

And just so I don’t completely neglect the blog... I figure I’ll share my favorite NovPAD piece of the week in this space. :) Here’s a love poem to salsa, for the prompt “glorious”:

It would've been enough to have tomatoes onions limes peppers cilantro (depending who you ask)

but the fact that salsa exists in a world that's sometimes as broken as the chips at the bottom of the bag

is no small thing.

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Adapting to the Artistry of Artlessness

Adapting to the Artistry of Artlessness #photography #poetry #NaNoWriMo #NaNoWriMo2022 #NovPAD #MondayBlogs

The Artlessness in Artistry and Artistry in Artlessness by Maria L. Berg 2022 Contradictory Abstract Nouns (Photography Challenge) Today I’m looking at finding the artistry in artlessness and the artlessness in artistry. Artlessness has some interesting and unexpected meanings. Yes, it does mean without art, but it also means free from deceit, cunning, or craftiness; ingenuous 2. not…

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Just Enough (NovPAD #6)

Day 6 Prompt: Happy Now

For now give me trees weighed down      with golden glory give me the sharp crispness      of a fresh McIntosh apple give me the bitter and sweet, nearly      overflowing cup of coffee give me nighttime      and rain showers,      warm blankets and      just enough       for colder days ahead.

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NovPAD Day 2: Epigraph

Wow, the days sure do pass quickly around here! It seems a mere half hour or so ago, I was writing Day 1! Okay, enough sarcasm. Here's the second of my catch up poems. I'm just going to keep going until I: a. catch up, or b. have a brain meltdown. At which point, for either outcome, writing will cease until tomorrow. SO! Day 2. Today's prompt is to use an epigraph to kickstart the poem. I've recently fallen more in love with quotes by one Dr. Maria Montessori. Being a Montessori teacher myself, I always find her quotes to resonate with me, and help sharpen my view on how I interact with my students. So naturally, I had to include her in this poetry endeavor. Through my Eyes “Of all things love is the most potent.” --Maria Montessori Through my eyes, a cold and dreary wet day is a memory of splashing, laughing puddles or snuggled together with a book and cocoa. Through my eyes, a tragedy is not a hopeless situation but an opportunity to pour myself out to you and make it better. Through my eyes, a place is always safe to explore or run free not to fear a wrong turn or mistake. I am the strongest, and the biggest, The most powerful and most enduring Thing we have to fight against Hate Fear War Anger Injustice. Look through my eyes.

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August 2015 - a November Poem-A-Day Challenge - Diminishing Somonka

August 2015 - a November Poem-A-Day Challenge - Diminishing Somonka - link to read or listen.

That night my world shook! Your eyes met mine like a spear! What a chance I took– felt like jumping off a pier! Your answer rings in my ear. ~ You shook me awake! Oh, to see your lipstick smear– unquenchable ache, fueled by your smile, which was mere! Your question rings in my ear. —– PROMPT: 2016 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 12 For today’s prompt, pick a month (any month), make it the…

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Second Joy

The Day 17 Prompt for The Poetry Pub’s November Poem a Day Challenge  is a Form Friday prompt. The poetic form is “terza rima” — a form invented by Dante Alighieri which he employs in his Divine Comedy. This poem I’ve actually been working on for four years since attending a summer class at Regent College. The class and the eight late July days in Vancouver were some of the most refreshing days…

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Light a Candle if it Gets Too Dark

unpack the blankets, whether you need them or not, 
put Bon Iver loud on the record player
 to fill the cold hard air, 
and let the sun go down 
(as if you could stop it.) 

They talk about changing time zones
 So we’ll get that last hour of daylight
 (as if we had the power to add hours
 to our shrinking days)

 How very like us humans
 To think we can make time bend
 our way. 

I feel winter’s gloom creeping in 
and my marrow revolting against
 encroaching cold. 

I drink coffee too late,
 light spice scented candles,
 half long for Christmas
 half pine for summer
 fully beg for some light.

This poem is for Day 9′s prompt,” ___ if ____.”

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Dec 2 prompt

Today is “rhubarb vodka”.

Two things I am found of ….

Yesterday – Robert Lee Brewer posted the next steps to take on the completed NovPAD Challenge. Like NaNoWriMo, December is the time to start editing and polishing. if you want to submit a chapbook manuscript to Writer’s Digest, Jan 15th is the due date.

  Poinsetta by CC Willow

Reminder, my Etsy site CC Willow Artswill be 10% off through…

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#NaNoWriMo & #NovPAD Day 20 & #SoCS: Overlapping Gray Areas

#NaNoWriMo & #NovPAD Day 20 & #SoCS: Overlapping Gray Areas #poetry #photography #amwriting

Family Clusters by Maria L. Berg 2021 After yesterday’s fun discovery, I created a family of new filters to try. Every Family Has One by Maria L. Berg 2021 Stream of Consciousness Saturday Today’s #SoCS prompt,”black, gray, and white,” inspired me to take some rich black and white photos with my new filters. It changed how I perceived the shapes. I was more attracted to juxtaposing different…

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Autumn Appears (NovPAD:1)

Here there is no unfolding drama no banners of autumn in red, orange, yellow, to turn the trees sunlike for just a moment. Here summer locks her fingers in green, clings to lost youth til winter has its way. But the burning beauty in all things is a slow burn until it flames out, until the chill comes a silent reminder that all things are destined to bloom again.

Didn't get this posted last night... Day 1's prompt was "Appearing." Seems appropriate to start with autumn. I thought about how my home state Florida doesn't appear to have a fall, but really, it's still there. Just more subtle. And kind of sneaks up with a cold front. Summer is just kind of clingy.

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Solstice

Day 9’s prompt for Poetry Pub’s November Poem a Day Challenge is “solstice.” This sonnet is a tribute to all the Poetry Pub Poets who have been such an encouragement and blessing over many years. They have show me kindness and hospitality that has been life giving. And I am a grateful to the Lord for them. Write on, poets. Your words enchant and are being used in the work of Him Who Makes All…

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Bright/Dark

Poetry Pub’s November Poem a Day Challenge’s prompt for Day for is: Bright/Dark. Here’s an attempt. Noon is noon. It resists our manipulation In spite of attempts at hour inflation It comes neither late or too soon. New is new. The moon wanes each month does not listen To songs, waxes full with drips glistens Just once is a moon very blue Let it go Time is relative, is bright and…

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A Golden Shovel: The Sudden Surprise of Joy

A #goldenshovel for #ChristianWiman's poem, "From a Window." "Lying in a hospital bed fearing the incurable, A diagnosis of terminal illness and Facing that future unbelieving, I cried out for healing." #NovPAD #NovPADChallenge

The Day Five poem prompt was to write a poem using the form of the Golden Shovel. I chose Christian Wiman’s poem, “From a Window” as the source for my golden shovel. You may read Christian Wiman’s poem HERE, and you may listen to him read it below. My poem based on his below that and is entitled, The Sudden Surprise of Joy. Christian Wiman reading his poem, “From a Window” Lying in a hospital…

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Job's Ending

Day 30 #novpad challenge prompt is: Endings. Here's one for the end of Job. "There was nothing left to do But put my hand over my mouth, Not speak another word." #NovPAD #poemaday2021 #PoPubPAD @poetry_pub

Today’s is the last day for the November Poem a Day Challenge. Day 30’s prompt is appropriately, Endings. I use it to wrap a series of poems I’ve written over the past two months which have drawn their inspiration from the the book of Job. This poems is based on Job 42. You may listen to me read the poem via the player below. There was nothing left to do But put my hand over my mouth, Not…

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Day 4: Transition

(transiens) “passing over or away,” present participle of transire “cross over, go over, pass over, hasten over, pass away,” from trans “across, beyond” (see trans-) + ire “to go” (from PIE root *ei- “to go”). Meaning “passing through a place without staying” I’m catching up a bit on the November Poem a Day Challenge. “Transition,” to me, does not sound appealing; It reminds me of friends who…