Put Pen to Paper Marathon 2019 Week 48

The Marathon journey is in its third year. Put Pen to Paper is the current incarnation.

This week I did the Marathon at home, on November 27 and 29, because of the Thanksgiving holiday. Little Vines were finished up on the 27th, and I wrote a couple of poems – then on the 29th I did some snippets. Here are some photos.

I got my table set up for snippets. If you want more detail on how I do these, look here, and if you want to read about the first outing in Snippet Land back in 2014, which is funny and interesting for its perspective, try this post)

but here I show you my table (with a lot of other things on it – I’m getting clay work together for some shows next week).

PO 11-29-19 #87

Here are my cut-out phrases and words:

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Here are some ATC-sized cards to glue the snippets on to – this time I was using cut-up remnants from old paintings on Bristol board.

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Here are a few books from my supply collection – I use these at this stage of the process to look for words or phrases in particular (let’s say I want the word “and” – I just grab one at random from these books). I try to let the snippets evolve from the words on my table, but sometimes there is one missing word that will make it perfect, and that is what these books are for. By the way, they are all books that were destined for the trash before I gave them one last assignment in life…

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And here is what my work area looks like after I have arranged the words/phrases and started to get things going.

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So I got to work. Every so often, though, I need a break Here is what I did today.

It’s cold, and I decided to break up my exercise into short segments. School is closed, so that means a handy half-mile circuit is open and available for me without having to dodge school traffic and doings. I am talking about the playing fields for the high school across the street from my house – if you walk the perimeter on the sidewalk, it’s a half-mile.

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Every hour or so I went out and did a mile. Three or four, I don’t know where I will stop, but it makes a good stretch for me, and that is enough for me for today. I cross the street and set off down the sidewalk:

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I go around in front of the school and continue back toward my house (the arrow points it out).

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I’ll show you a spot I frequent during softball season – the fields are right in front of my house and in bad weather I can watch games from my bedroom window. But in nice weather, I come out and hang on the fence behind the home dugout. Right here.

PO 11-29-19 #310

OK, on to poetry!

A haiku prompted by something I saw this morning. Under this red sky, three deer slipped across the back yard just at dawn.

three deer in shadow
blurred ghosts going home at dawn
footsteps burn the frost

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How about a couple of snippets. I’ll show you the whole array and write out two or three favorites.

flamboyant girl
grinned at lively boy
Yes, there were possibilities
strangers now, friends always
After a good journey shared
A long way from home

But I think It was the moment
I was married
that I turned my plans to murder

guilty. But after all,
it was Only a toothpick.

Little Vines.

ironic and non-platonic
our relationship
thrived on snark and skimpy nightwear

much like me
the money is gone
to pot

all these pirouettes
I feel so dizzy
it could get messy

was their marriage
always a picnic
under attack by ants?

I point my camera at you
the direct method of capturing your soul
and right in front of your nose too

Faced by the trio of extreme real bad people
I undertook a therapeutic reclamation of my own agency
Interesting what a nail gun can do at the high setting

I might be planning
a brooding session
in my cognitive playhouse. Leave me to it.

go ahead invoice me but
doing some basic relationship arithmetic
I see I still have a giant credit balance

the opera cake
upstages the store-brand cup of tea
with an aria of cherries and chocolate

when accuracy counts
and good ventilation among the numbers really matters:
a decimal point is a treasure

reach out your hand
for the pen
that you will use to sign your marriage license

The first thought of
every overworked guardian angel woken at three in the morning:
Couldn’t you have figured this out for yourself?

dinner will be ready soon
details to follow
I’m busy right now cutting the paste into slices

The Raven loves a good joke but
what difference does it make to a Mermaid?
They are not part of the same story.

The supermarket spins
on the axis of bread milk eggs.

the sermon staggers into the afternoon
the uneasy congregation
begins to understand the idea of eternity

the invalid
preoccupied with industrious fretting
never notices she is making a recovery

the heavy wool boot sock under the washer
baffles capture
I revisit thoughts of walking the beach in bare feet

now! now! now!
too late.
The shed collapses.

over the years
the invisible men grew fat and soft
behind their closed office doors

I never got the chance
out here on the street.
Do not toy with me now.

editing the continuum
the black hole
swallows the compressed star

imperfect lifetimes
made easier
because we are sisters

the sterilized lives in this apartment building
intersect nowhere
that has not been thoroughly scrubbed

Thank you for reading!


8 thoughts on “Put Pen to Paper Marathon 2019 Week 48

  1. Yes to the guardian angel. It could easily be the opening line to a novel that I would read! I also like the last photo “three times …” looks like you have been peeking over my shoulder while I decide to give up on a book that a friend recommended.

    • Thank you. I laugh when you mention the giving up on a book. I never used to do this, but… time is getting shorter. Now, if in about 25 pages, I am not intrigued…I close the book. Usually only once! and not go back.

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