Reverse Engineering

Passing Through the Lot on a Hot Day

Whose parking lot? I have no clue.
She probably lives in Timbuktu;
Security cams all turned on me,
She’ll see each car I’m prowling through.

Your big ‘ol mutt is onto me,
entering your car without a key.
Apart from dog drool, crushing heat; 
the brightest day you've ever seen.

Mutt jerks her leash, the collar breaks.
I know I’ve made a big mistake.
Her bark so loud, now sirens wail.
She pins me hard, there’s no escape.

The lot is filled; lights blue and red.
I alibi, cops shake their heads.
They haul me off, the jail’s close by.
I’ve made my bed, so here I’ll lie.

Day Three of National Poetry Writing Month! Today’s prompt from NaPoWriMo.net:

Find a shortish poem that you like, and rewrite each line, replacing each word (or as many words as you can) with words that mean the opposite. For example, you might turn “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” to “I won’t contrast you with a winter’s night.” Your first draft of this kind of “opposite” poem will likely need a little polishing, but this is a fun way to respond to a poem you like, while also learning how that poem’s rhetorical strategies really work. (It’s sort of like taking a radio apart and putting it back together, but for poetry).

Okay, so maybe I didn’t quiiiiiiite follow the prompt, but I kinda did, in spirit at least.

The poem I chose to use is Robert Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.” Here is Frost’s poem:

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Robert Frost - 1874-1963

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

To see how others have responded to the challenge, go to NaPoWriMo.net and check out the comments section for links to other participating poets.

Frostilocks

tree leaves

Whose house this is, I think I know.
Their village is the woods, and so
they will not mind my stepping in,
I’ll eat their porridge, then I’ll go.

Their furniture both sparse and spare,
I tried to sit in every chair.
One too hard and one too soft,
one broke beneath my derriere.

I tasted porridge, hot and cold,
and one just right. I drained the bowl.
Then up the stairs to take a nap.
I’m as ill-mannered as I am bold.

I fell asleep, but woke to stares
of three sizes of disgruntled bears,
I’ve miles to run ’til I escape
three hungry beasts with broken chairs.


Day 12 of National Poetry Writing Month. I’m off-prompt today. I woke up thinking of Robert Frost for some reason, so I went with it. 

Happy Easter! Be safe! 

Weekend Coffee Share 5/28/17

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If we were having coffee…

I’d offer you some cold brew out on the deck. We’re finally getting some sun and warmth and blue skies and flowers and singing birds. I love it!

Now that my kitchen is functional, I’ve turned my focus on the yard. I’ve started moving the seven cubic yards of wood chips from where they’ve been camped all winter just outside of my back yard gate. I need to clear access for the fence installers that are coming next week to set up a new fence along my back property line and replace the gate on the street side.

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Is it just me, or does this pile of wood chips resemble George Washington’s Mt Rushmore carving?

It will be a solid privacy fence. What’s that saying… “Good fences make good neighbors.”

Hold on… I want to look up who actually said that. Probably rude of me to hop on the computer while I have guests, but it will only take a sec.

Ah… Robert Frost. And it’s not a saying, it’s a line from a poem, Mending Wall. Interesting. I didn’t know that.

Frost writes about stones falling from the wall that separates his property from his neighbor’s. In the spring it’s time to mend the wall.

A few excerpts:

I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go…

They work together until they come to the end of the wall.

There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.’

The poet presses the point:

“Why do they make good neighbors?

Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense…”

The neighbor continues working for a bit.

He will not go behind his father’s saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.’

You may read the entire poem here:
https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/mending-wall

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Sorry for the interruption of our coffee date, but I get curious about things. And I learned something new!

My neighbors and I don’t have apple trees and pine trees between us. They have an eclectic collection of – how shall I say this – crappy junk! I have daffodils, grape hyacinth, California poppies and St John’s wort.

Maybe they hate looking at my flowers as much as I hate seeing their junk. Who knows? But I’m so excited for the new fence! The installers will set the posts and show me how to put on the boards. It costs less if I do some of the work myself. And we all know how much I love to attempt new DIY projects.

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Maybe I’ll write my own poem about putting up my fence. Seriously. Okay, so I’m no Robert Frost, and my vinyl fence won’t be as picturesque as a countryside stone wall. But I’ll give it a shot. We all know how much I love to attempt poetry.

I guess I got a bit preoccupied today with fences and walls and neighbors and Robert Frost. And I’ve had too much caffeine now, so I’m antsy to get to work on… something. It won’t be shoveling wood chips today. It’s too hot. I have lots of projects to choose from, though.

Thanks for stopping by today. I hope you have a great week!


#WeekendCoffeeShare is graciously hosted by Emily at NerdintheBrain.com.  You can go there to check out what others are sharing over coffee this weekend.