Rhymes


Cock-a-doodle doo!
I don’t know what to do.
Nano starts in just a week
And my brain is made of goo.

See what I mean?

Here’s the problem:

I want to tell you all about my trip to Japan, about the things we did, the people we saw, the food we ate. BUT my mind and my notes are all in a mess, my photos are all over the place. I have a lot of sorting out to do first. And I’m still in limbo – half there and half here.

And that’s not all.

NaNoWriMo is only a week away and I want to do it again. I have part of the plot, but there’s plenty more to plan and research.

So I think Japan will have to be put on hold for a while, although I can tell you some random facts.

The trip lasted for 3 weeks and we were kept busy all the time. We saw temples, shrines, museums. We made our own sushi and chopsticks, and were shown how they make sake, paint kimonos, etc. We travelled on trains and buses, and spent a night with families in a village, so we saw how people live. We spent a night in a Buddhist monastery. We saw children and adults perfoming traditional and other music, dance and plays.

We spent three weeks with a group of Israelis – a feat in itself – and our Japanese guide, who didn’t know how to relate to us at first, but was friendly by the end.

Certain sounds are still ringing in my ears. Cuckoos and other bird tweets every time the pedestrain light was green. Arigato gozaimas – thank you – spoken thousands of times a day. And our guide’s “and then” used to join sentences, whether it fitted what she was saying or not.

Please ask if there’s anything in particular you want to know, and I’ll try and answer in another post.

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It’s raining, it’s pouring.
Life isn’t boring.
I’m off for the chance to dance and dance.
Will I get up in the morning?

Yes, rain is pouring down and will apparently continue tomorrow. Here in Israel, we know rain is good. We hope it will fall when we’re tucked up in bed rather than when we have to be outside, but whenever it falls it’s good.

And yes, I’m going to folk dancing this evening, but I’m going by car and we dance in a hall.

FolkDancing2011

The challenge this week: A poem that captures the passing of sixty years in 100 words – ish.

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Nineteen fifty-two.

There was a great to-do.
George cashed in his chips.
Elizabeth gathered the bits.
Rationing was still around,
But much could be bought for a pound
Churchill was PM again,
His deputy Tony Eden.

Sixty years ago
I began to grow,
In a sort of room,
That they call a womb.
That’s all you’ll want to hear
About this certain year.
I’m done with this silly rhyme
Of the queen’s accession time.

I’ve never tried this before, but I noticed the challenge this time is to write a 14-line sonnet and felt like trying this afternoon.

It came out a little weird, but here it is:

There was a boy whose name was George.
He was so very bored that all
The cream cakes he did gorge and gorge
Until he was as round as a ball.

His father, despairing, bought him a dragon,
Which ate all the cakes and breathed out fire.
When George went to school he hung his bag on
The dragon’s tail and pulled him with wire.

The dragon became the boy’s only friend.
George’s days the dragon did fill
’til his father, worried, said, “This is the end.
That dragon” – and he pointed – “you must kill.”

If you want to know what George does of late,
He gorges his way through cream cakes on a plate.

Back to the A-Z challenge tomorrow….

I knew it really, but I wanted to write it anyway, so I ignored the obvious problem.

You see, today is the third day of Sally Quilford‘s challenge: to write 100,000 words in 100 days. On the first day, I wrote a short story of 1,552 words. On the second day, I wrote a short story of 1,131 words. Today I wanted to write a poem and I did. It took me more than two hours to write and contains 183 words.

So now my total has fallen to below today’s desired minimum of 3,000 words and I don’t have time to start something new.

I knew that really: poems take a long time to write although they don’t usually contain many words. Oh well – I enjoyed writing it. Here it is:

I am – I am not

I am a wife.
I feel secure
With D in my life.
Long may it endure.
 
I am a mother.
Three children I raised –
Two sons and one other
Now adults. I’m amazed.
 
I am a sister.
Though he’s far away
With a different vista,
My family he’ll stay.
 
I am a dancer.
“How come you can?”
I don’t have an answer.
It’s just how I am.
 
I am a writer.
I hide away
And make my world brighter
With words I can’t say.
 
I am sensitive.
I fear that you see
All sorts of negative
Traits in me.
 
I am clever
Though most never know.
I hardly ever
Let that show.
 
My figure is trim,
Of that I am glad.
The battle to slim
I’ve never had.
 
I am outgoing.
“How’s that?” you ask.
That is by knowing
The other’s a mask.
 
I am a presenter.
My speech could reform
Your view. From the centre
I love to perform.
 
One thing I’m not
And I’ll continue to cry
Till the lie doth rot:
I AM NOT SHY!

During the two years I’ve been blogging, I’ve posted a few rhymes which you can see by clicking the Rhymes category on the right.

Most of them were just a bit of fun. Only one of them really says something. In fact, it says it all:

The voice in my head shouts out loud,
But its sound isn’t heard by the rest of the crowd.
The voice in my head speaks in no tongue,
And yet its caustic words have stung.
The voice in my head says I’m stupid and dumb.
The voice in my head says I interest no one.
I try to tell it it’s got it all wrong,
But the voice in my head just sounds the gong.
“Go back,” it says, “And hide away.
Nobody wants to hear you today.”

I’ve actually been doing things – like all-night dancing, walking by the sea in a heat wave and swimming in a private pool and a big lake. And in a few days I’m going away for a long time. See you after mid-September. Be good….

I’m going away
To the UK,
To the north to walk
And the south to talk.
But I’ll be back,
So keep on track,
And let me know
How things go.

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