National Blog Posting Month 2018

I participated in NaBloPoMo only once. It was fun. After looking around to see who all was posting prompts or ideas I was really disappointed. The people who started National Blog Posting Month are not participating in any way. In today’s world I think blogs get read now more than ever, so we should be having our own holidays and events. I was hoping to see some big platforms encouraging the little bloggers to get back to regular blogging, but it looks like only the little guys remember the littler guys. I really wanted to see a themed list or a list of prompts that could be used by any blog.

I looked around and found this:

If you go to the main site here you will find a quick explanation and then you can click on the resources page to decide how you want to proceed. It is where I got this neat little badge/image that I will be adding to my nablopomo posts.

I am going to use Grayson Queen’s Somethingist Instagram Challenge as my blog posting challenge list of prompts. I tried to find them on Instagram to thank them for the list but I was unable to. Maybe they will see this blog post, and if they do just know that I am really grateful that you allowed this to be used for NaBloPoMo! I like to have things planned out ahead of time. I like to have lists of things that remind me of what I am trying to accomplish and by what time. Today’s prompt was “something unfinished” so here is a line that I have been desperately wanting to put into a poem:

My favorite song is a duet, but I don’t have a partner

I plan to give you a poem in the other posts that I do. They may be poems that you’ve seen twice before or they may be brand new. I may write new poems just for my nanopoblano posts, how about that?! Follow me through email so that you don’t miss a thing. Leave me a comment and tell me what you think of National Blog Posting Month.

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7th Anniversary Blog Post

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I had a slow year as far as writing in 2017, but this year I have written many poems, and some of them are really good. I have started sharing them and will share them every week for the rest of the year. I have gotten over my fear of sharing my work in public, now I just have to choose the format in which I share my work.

longing to talk
afraid of what people I will draw
flowering cacti
  8-4-18

I looked back at my first post and realized that my goals are basically the same now as they were then. I want to share 1 poem a week with you, and I want it to be a haiku. I always share a new haiku on Monday. I want to share other forms of poetry a couple of times a week.

strange winds
blow through the tall hayfields
fighting my restless spirit
  Feb 5, 2017 

I have had themed days and weeks and that has been both fun and exhausting. I have done poetry challenges, blogging challenges, writing challenges, and photography challenges. They all grew me and even though doing them right was hard I am glad that I tried them all. I plan to try some in the future as well. I have shared my favorite poems by my favorite poets Emily Dickinson and Matsuo Basho. I have written some flash fiction and intended to write more, but I just haven’t been able to write anything good in that area for a while. I loved sharing quotes with you all but I felt like we see lots of quotes on Facebook and other social media sites and it was too hard to find unusual quotes to share. 

old leaves
on a new road
changes

Yes, I have also taken breaks, but that has been good for me too. I learned that my loyal readers would stay with me, even if I was quiet for a while. I learned that I could gain new followers even if I was barely posting, but I do get more likes and views if I am posting 3x or more a week. I think I am in a good place now, and I don’t think I will take any breaks in the future.

Thank you for reading my work and leaving me likes and comments. Thank you for your shares and your encouragement. I hope that you all stick with me as I share poems from both my past and my most recent work.

What is your favorite thing that I do? Which type of post do you miss the most? Which type of post would you like to see more of? Leave me some comments.

To look at my poetry throughout the years, go to this post.

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PAD Challenge Day 27

timber,small grove of trees,trees in fall,leafless trees,walnut tree,

These are walnuts trees, just play along!

  Us
the forest in spring
a sapling and an oak tree
grow together
their many branches touching
supporting wild honeysuckle

 

4-28-18

 
 

So I managed to write two more poems for the PAD Challenge (click on the next arrow above to see the last one). Just so you know, I will NEVER do this again! I understand now why I haven’t made this a yearly thing. My life is slow in February so I can write every day for NaHaiWriMo. But April is my prep month for everything that happens in May, and Easter, plus 3 very important birthdays all in the same week. I will never attempt this challenge again, so please look back through the PAD Challenge posts and enjoy them. I may try to make my own Write Every Weekday Challenge in June or something. We will see how the beginning of the summer shakes out. I know there were others who said April is a bad month for them, we shall see. Comment below  and tell me if you would like to try a challenge and what month you would want to try it in.

 

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PAD Challenge Day 1

Okay guys, while I’m having a good week, it’s been a crazy start to the week. So I am going to put my first 3 posts up today and without a lot of fanfare. If you want to know what the PAD Challenge is, it is the contest put on by Robert Lee Brewer at Writer’s Digest, and where I am getting my prompts so that I can write a Poem A Day this month. April is National Poetry Month click that to see where I got my images. I am going to space out the posting of my poems/posts today because otherwise, people don’t read all of them. Stay tuned! I wrote the poem for April 1 on the First, it is a cinquain.

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photo courtesy of Poets.org

 Stress Relief
Secrets
I mutter to
the flowers that I tend,
they nod their heads as if they know
I’m right.
  4-1-18
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I will try to do the PAD Challenge.

I plan to participate in the PAD challenge this year. I may not get my posts up every day, I might have to make 3 posts in 1 day, but I am going to try to write every day. I might revise a couple of old poems, depending on the prompts. This is held at Writer’s Digest.com. You can share your poems to my comments as well!

To learn more, here is part of this year’s announcement from Robert Lee Brewer, Senior Content Editor, Writer’s Digest Community. To read the whole thing go here.

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What is the April PAD Challenge?

PAD stands for Poem-A-Day, so this is a challenge in which poets write a poem each day of April. Usually, I’ll post a prompt in the morning (Atlanta, Georgia, time), and poets will write a poem in response.

Let’s break some lines together for the 2018 April PAD Challenge. This will be the 11th annual April poem-a-day challenge! 

Some poets share those poems on the blog in the comments; others keep their words to themselves. I don’t require comments on the blog to participate, but it does make it more fun when poets are firing away on the blog. Plus, I’ll try my best to recognize my favorite poems of the month this year by using comments on the blog.

Re-create Your Poetry!  Revision doesn’t have to be a chore–something that should be done after the excitement of composing the first draft. Rather, it’s an extension of the creation process!

Who can participate?

Anyone who wants to write poetry–whether you’ve been writing all your life or just want to give it a shot now, whether you write free verse or traditional forms, whether you have a certain style or have no clue what you’re doing. The main thing is to poem (and yes, I use poem as a verb).

Here are some more April PAD Challenge guidelines:

  • Poeming begins April 1 and runs through May 1 (to account for time differences in other parts of the world–and yes, poets all over the world participate).
  • The main purpose of the challenge is to write poems, but I also will attempt to highlight my favorite poems of the month from poets who post their poems to each day’s blog posts. Some years this works out better than others.
  • Poem as you wish, but I will delete poems and comments that I feel are hateful. Also, if anyone abuses this rule repeatedly, I will have them banned from the site. So please “make good choices,” as I tell my children.

Basho on Thursday – 1st Post

Well, I am writing again, but I wanted to give you guys more here on the blog. Since many of you follow me for the haiku, I wanted to share some with you every week. I think a blog should put up a least one new post a week, so in my effort to live up to my own standards, here is what I’m going to do:

For a few months, I am going to post a haiku every Thursday by the master poet Matsou Basho. I have BASHO The Complete Haiku which is a book of his complete works translated by Jane Reichhold. Because there are over 1,000 I am just going to post my favorites. I will also be reusing pictures from older posts.

mimosa tree,pink bloom,hair-like blossom,

Not a picture of a cherry blossom, but a mimosa tree. I am going to use the pictures I already have to make this easy on me.

Here is my first favorite of Basho’s 1,011 haiku poems:

#3
the old woman
a cherry tree blooming in old age
is something to remember

Day 28 NaHaiWriMo 2018

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buying another
silver necklace for me
dew in morning light

 

Today’s prompt was “button jewelry” and we found out today that the prompts came from Barbara Ann Kipfer’s book “14,000 Things to Be Happy About”. I liked that he picked a happy book. 

Well, today is the last day of 2018’s National Haiku Writing Month. How do you think I did? I will probably go back to sharing haiku only on Mondays now. I will try to share some of my longer poetry next week. Be sure to check back on Tuesday!

How did you do? Link to your blog below if you posted your haiku to your blog.

You can follow me on Instagram and Twitter and Facebook.

Day 1 Nat’l Haiku Writing Month 2018

I will not be making long posts this month. I often dread NaHaiWriMo as February draws near because of all the work that goes into blogging as a haiku writer. This year I was excited for it. I think I am going to keep my posts simple so I can enjoy the month. I will not write much of an explanation, and I will use the same image for my poem of the day for the whole month. If you’re a new follower or new to the haiku world, search old posts about National Haiku Writing Month by using my search bar, or click the tag at the top of this post. I am also helping my mom get through Chemo treatments so my posts must be short and sweet. Here is today’s poem fresh from the cocoon:

taco tastes just right
my husband smacks his lips
the pride satisfied

The prompt was “biting into a taco”.

You can follow me on Instagram and Twitter and Facebook. You can find other haiku poets on those sites as well.

If you like haiku and want to learn more, then go to my What is Haiku? page. Also, stop by the Facebook page where most of us poets meet to get a prompt and share our work.

Failing at Haiku site photo,fah pic,haiku photography,symanntha renn's photo,photography by symanntha renn,new butterfly,butterfly and cocoon,wet butterfly,

 

Haiku Dreams

burrowing toad,brown toad,toad in flowerbed,

Hiding Toad

trying to find
my dreams and aspirations
black-winged damselfly

6-28-17

 

I think I left my muse in the woods when I went for a walk this spring. I wrote a couple of haiku, so I know she was nearby, but then I haven’t been able to write anything since. Maybe her wings got stuck in a tree branch or a rose bush. I hope she gets free soon. I have been blogging for 6 years and I still have a lot of poetry from last year to show you. Stay tuned by following me on your favorite social media platform.

2016 Year in Review

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So this year, WordPress decided to not help us make a blog post that reviewed our year. See my Twitter feed for details. Well, that’s about par for the course. 2016 has been a difficult and odd year. So I decided to whip one up myself. Do you look forward to reading “in review” posts from bloggers? I would love to hear your answer in the comments.

Also, I promise to try to be more hopeful and upbeat in 2017. This next year will be good if we all try really hard to make it be good together.

     Top 5 posts by views

Delayed Reaction

FF | Third Wheel

FF | Good Memories

FF | First Holiday Together

Halfway Through 2016 and I’m Back

     Top 5 posts by likes

Escaping the King 23

The Kind Baker 24

Good Memories 25

Dark Nights 26

The Last Resort 26

                (These are also my top Liked Friday Fictioneer posts.)

I did not get as many views as last year, but I did take 30 days off in June, in which I did not post or promote my blog. But the difference wasn’t that much, 870 fewer views this year than 2015. If I can get 900 more views in 2017 I’ll be a happy writer.

Thank You, Dear Readers

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  Cooking
the smell of pork roast
first time always turns out
replicating my
victory is what is hard
more than a flash in the pan

  1-31-2016

Thank you all so much! I am now at 705 followers! I asked more of you to follow this blog two weeks ago on Monday, October 24th and you did. By the next day, I was at 700 followers and the number has stayed up!

Thank you for reading my work. Thank you for seeking me out. Thank you for following me on Twitter and on Facebook. Thank you for leaving me comments. I appreciate every Follow and every Like I get. I appreciate the retweets and all of the other shares as well.

Thank you for staying with me as this blog changes. Thank you for joining me as this blog is in the midst of change. I posted my last quote on Monday of this week. While I love quotes, those have never been the most loved posts by my readers. My short stories have quickly become my most liked type of post on this blog. While I will try to write a short story and post it by Friday night, my heart is in poetry. I plan to share a haiku that you have never read before, every Monday, as always.

This tanka was inspired by a #fieryverse prompt.

A look at my poems from the last 17 years.

Since I have written over 900 poems I thought that  I would post some my poems here just for fun. Here are some of my poems that I have written on my 17-year journey. I have been writing since 1999. I wrote my first poem (The Run) when I was 11 so keep that in mind as you read through these. I meant to write this post in my 15th year of writing, but being a mom and getting a serious job has re-arranged my world.
Now, for those of you who would like to walk through my work, here you go:
 
#1 The Run
I am wheelchair bound until he says good riddance. This cast I say is a lot of pain
 
I don’t regret the pain for now my troubles are slain. Now I can run wild and free.
 
I used to walk high, now I walk with pride. I am loved by all. Now I can run like all.
 
They left me behind, but now they are blind, by the dust in their eyes.
 
Though I may moan I have backbone. Now I can walk out the door before they lock the door.
 
My mind says “No” but my heart says, “Go!” So watch now as I flow, run, skip, hop, jump, prance, and walk perfectly.
 
#100 Making the World Right
Sneaky fingers reaching out for my mind
Gut emotions squeezing my sides
Blindfolded people swinging out with clubs
Hateful words stinging the ears
Tears soaking my face, hiding truth
Hands gripping, holding on to the only clear thing
Love breaks through in the form of lips
Honeysweet words dance across skin
Flowing into ears sorting out truth
Love conquers all chasing away evil and hate
And at the end of the night, my world is just right
 
#200 Panic in the Forest (published on Poet Daily)
Like a wounded deer struggling in the snow,
I fear I’ll never rise again.
The fear makes it hard to breathe
 
makes the world seem so cold.
I see the blood dripping on the snow
and the panic chokes me.
 
Everything spins and I get dizzy.
I can’t get my legs under me.
The ground so solid comes rushing up
 
I am still…
 
#300 Thanksgiving at Grandma’s
We wipe the wet leaves off of our feet
and step into the warm house to look around,
thankful for several things including heat.
I put the food on the table
and go to the freezer to check out the desserts.
They’re all old favorites, none need a label.
I make my way back to the front of the house
an aunt grabs me and talks about how the kids have grown.
Someone makes a nice comment about my blouse.
We notice who has cut their hair and who has let it grow.
Some admit to dyeing their grays as we talk about age.
A baby toddles over, what a cute bow!
As we wait for the turkey to be carved,
we can smell the corn, stuffing, and gravy,
and we talk about how we’re starved.
After the Blessing is said, we line up,
and dip out food onto Styrofoam plates
walking in a circle, holding our cup.
Most find a place to sit, but some stand.
Someone mentions the cousin we wish was here
and not fighting in a strange land.
Later we talk about the kids and arrange
what kid got who this year,
we draw for the exchange.
We give long hugs and decide what to bring
next month when we get together for Christmas,
once again the doorbell will ring.
 
#400 Silent Battlefield
The battlefield at Carthage is silent now.
As silent as it was 150 years ago
before the people there grew angry
and a small creek ran red with blood.
It was a part of The Civil War
but there was nothing civil about it.
Brothers stabbed brothers
in the land of the free.
Guerillas bushwhacked soldiers
in the home of the brave.
More concerned with state’s rights than men’s
they shed blood on ground that did not care
about the color of the hand that tilled it.
Today that small wood is still
except for the singing of the birds.
The only dark place is the small cave.
Giggling children fail to realize the horror
that once stomped through these fields.
Some people still smell the powder burning
but they are relics soon to be stored
like the guns and uniforms at the museum.
It is a peaceful park now, with gentle shadows
and only signs to remind us of the war.
©Symanntha Renn 6-10-12
 
#500 untitled
traveling the road to work
same hawk in the tree
is he bored by me
 
#600 untitled 
my mouth can barely
contain the anger rising
poked rattlesnake
 
#700 Soft Like Velvet
They were red
soft like velvet
and smelled great.
But I didn’t know
it was the end
I didn’t know they
were graveyard roses.
 
#800 untitled
porcelain blue frog
doesn’t eat the red wasps
he is a fake
 
#900 untitled
traditional red
I have always liked the classics
rose bush
 
my latest: #
old hopes and dreams
erasing pins and deleting links
flowers that didn’t bloom
9-21-2016
 
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