Day One – NaPoWriMo

Posted on April 1, 2022 by Mary Beth Frezon

Rode home to visit the kitties today and the daffodil leaves and buds were whipping in the wind. My facebook memories show that they were blooming last year on April first and that they got snowed on later in the day. That might have been true the year before too.

Yesterday Mom and I got our booster booster. She sailed through without a problem but my arm wasn’t happy and what a headache! Tonight I’m feeling 95% all better and I squeaked out some daffodil haiku.

last year april first
the daffodils were blooming
and later it snowed

today no flowers
many buds sway in the wind
waiting for warm days

hostas chewed down by deer
bright green barely there above
hoof prints in the dirt.

April 1 Daffodils

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The Eve of April

Posted on March 31, 2022 by Mary Beth Frezon

My tradition is to write an eve of April poem so here it goes. Maureen over at NaPoWriMo headquarters suggested a play on Emily Dickinson so that was a nice launching prompt. So without further ado:

hope it’s a forever thing
that sprouts from sidewalk cracks
tougher than old macadam
it’s bird song that turns my head
so I notice the load of luck
left on my luckless shoulder.
at times hope springs from nothing
others she rides with death
a silent companion in grief
who turns our attention to
small gladnesses of spring
and deep quietude of night
hope takes our hand and whispers
see tomorrow? be strong enough.

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The End of March – April is Coming

Posted on March 30, 2022 by Mary Beth Frezon

It’s been too long a time and here I am again, about to launch into April and National/Global Poetry Writing Month. This interruption started in February, as I was settling into writing daily postcards for World Peace Poetry Postcards. Got thrown off that horse for a couple weeks but finally did get caught up and back on track.

What’s this National Poetry Writing stuff about, you ask? Pretty simple – you vow to yourself that you will write a poem a day for the month of April which is National Poetry Month. If you need some direction or companionship – the NaPoWriMo site is a great place. There you can get daily prompts and information, and read the poems of others and share your own. You’re under no obligation to show anyone your month of poems during the month or after. No matter what you’ll have stirred the pot of poetic and other creative juices and that’s always a good thing.

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Ukraine

Posted on February 24, 2022 by Mary Beth Frezon

It has been a rising tide of news until you can barely stand up against the waves that come faster and faster. This morning I sat down to write out a few bonus postcards for the world peace poetry postcard fest and it was a tough start and this is what came out.

While working on this, the quote box dug this one up:

All truth goes through three steps: First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Finally, it is accepted as self–evident.
— Arthur Schopenhauer 1788–1860

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The Small Things That Start Big Things

Posted on December 30, 2021 by Mary Beth Frezon

Looked out from upstairs and the one birdfeeder’s lid/roof was askew – again. And again, after me spending a bit of time the other day trying to realign and tighten it up a little. There is a pivoting “weathervane” on top that secures the roof to the feeder’s body by rotating through a slot inside.

So when I went out to look for mail (and good morning to you, chickens) I went over to look at the feeder. What’s that fuzzy stuff leaking out under the roof eave?

IT’S A FREAKING SQUIRREL TAIL AND THE REST IS INSIDE THE FEEDER.

Now I’d expect that being a couple feet away would send a squirrel flying but no – there were metal walls blocking my approach. So I picked up the biggest stick I could find on the ground and gave that thing one big THUMP and yell! That squirrel scrabbled out and jumped seriously twelve feet without hitting anything.

I took down the feeder and dumped part of it into the chicken’s place o’seeds. I took a different feeder and filled it with the rest and hung it up while I figure out if there’s a way to secure the roof without it being human proof too.

Thus endeth today’s squirrel saga. In a moment of pure vengeance I forgot to take a photo. Please forgive.

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