NaPoWriMo: Yes, She’s Alive @ 25

25 Apr

Five, people, five more poems. If we write a couplet a day we can do it. I’m an English teacher, so I’m not going to pre-cheer. We English teachers know all about Fate.

I have a strange, rather long, definitely whimsical ‘poem’. If I were to try and hang this on someone’s prompt, this is closest to Poets & Writers: Write a letter to a landscape or scene you pass through today.

Did you know that the San Francisco fog has a twitter stream: @KarlTheFog? So does Ocean Beach, the Golden Gate Bridge, and the SF Bay Tide. I have remixed [I warned you it would be a while before weaning is successful, if ever] a few of their tweets and blended them into a conversation.

When the Elements Meet & Tweet

Ocean Beach: There’s a poetic beauty to a couple
picnicking in the dunes in 20mph winds.

To the couple slow dancing in the shallows
to the sound of the breaking waves:
that’s what I’m talking about.

SF fog: April fog brings May fog. [Remember]
That time we skipped May and fast forwarded to June.

SF Bay Tide: Welcome back, @KarlTheFog!
Good to see you, buddy.

SF fog: It’s “Take Your Fog to Work Day”
so I’m hanging out with Mom. Except
she’s retired so we’re watching
reruns of “Empty Nest.”

(SF Bay Tide: I visited him at low tide. @KarlTheFog
was hanging out beyond @GGBridge, being aloof. )

SF fog: I just ate the Marina. It tastes
like golf clubs & sorority t-shirts.
Santa Cruz tastes delicious.

Ocean Beach: Look: Driftwood that looks
remarkably similar to the state of Nevada.
Still waiting for driftwood that looks like Jesus.

There are a lot of people playing football
very poorly on the beach right now.

SF Bay Tide: Tide predictions for SF:
Ebb, surge, ebb, surge. Surge if it’s time
to surge, ebb if it’s time to ebb,
and know the difference. ‘Know when
to hold them, know when to fold them…’

SF fog: I always felt different from
the other clouds I grew up with.

SF Bay Tide:I’m feeling a bit low, but
that’s all right. It’s only natural.

How did you celebrate #earthday?
I ebbed and surged as I have for millennia.

Ocean Beach: There are giant dudes with kilts
and beards throwing heavy objects around the beach.

Oh: You’ve discovered my greatest weakness:
sea glass.

SF fog: @you You’ve spent the day bragging
about the heat but now you’re sweating
profusely in your apartment? I’m SO sorry.

Yesterday you got sunburned.
Tonight you’re sleeping under 3 blankets.
Welcome to San Francisco.

Ocean Beach: The Marines do an amphibious
landing at the beach, and then the fog and wind
come back. Thanks, Military Industrial Complex.

SF Bay Tide: @Waves_SF: @SFBayTide
I’ll give you a shove back to the far
corners of the bay! :D” // Wheeeee!!!!

SF fog:And that concludes summer in San
Francisco. See you again in October.

You know, Nancy always knew
she wanted to be a hurricane.


Posted by on 25/04/2013 in exercises, poetry, writing


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12 responses to “NaPoWriMo: Yes, She’s Alive @ 25

  1. julespaige

    25/04/2013 at 4:12 pm

    Love it!
    I may be missing out on not tweeting and having Facebook…but I think I’m saner for it.

    Oh, I actually did a dragon piece …for my daily.
    Here you go:

    • margo roby

      25/04/2013 at 4:20 pm

      Jules, you are definitely saner.

      Dragon is in the queue…

  2. viv blake

    25/04/2013 at 4:19 pm

    Whimsical’s the right word for this fun poem Cynical, too, maybe. I didn’t know you were a poker player ( ‘Know when to hold them, know when to fold them…’)

    • margo roby

      25/04/2013 at 4:22 pm

      My dad was a champion out in Hong Kong, paid for our universities, mom’s mink, various vacations. A lovely, kind blue-eyed man whom everyone loved. Sit him down at a poker table! But, I got the phrase from Kenny Rogers’ song ‘The Gambler’ of which I am very fond.

  3. Pamela

    25/04/2013 at 5:47 pm

    As you said, Margo, whimsical. I really enjoyed the quirkiness of this making it loads of fun.


    • margo roby

      25/04/2013 at 5:53 pm

      Pamela, I am grabbing at any straw that floats by while I chant, 5, 5, 5 more!


  4. Stan Ski

    25/04/2013 at 6:12 pm

    SF sounds like MCR… the day after the one day a year it gets to be ‘summer’!

    • margo roby

      27/04/2013 at 12:03 pm

      You get the idea. Rumour has it Europe gets a whole week of summer.

  5. 1sojournal

    25/04/2013 at 8:43 pm

    Am rather fond of ‘The Gambler’ myself. And my dad would stop and play cards for nickels on Saturday mornings, while Mom silently fumed because she wanted to go grocery shopping. He’d bring home a paper sack of candy bars for her from the winnings because she had a sweet tooth. She never shared them with us either! I like your whimsy, it is great to see everyone letting their hair down a bit.


    • margo roby

      27/04/2013 at 12:07 pm

      Tiredness can produce interesting avenues to go down. I see a poem in your description of this slice of your parents. The poem is already in the comment. My mom kept a giant bar of dark chocolate in the middle drawer of her bedside table. I would see rare glimpses if I came in at just the right time while she read in bed.


  6. Mr. Walker

    27/04/2013 at 12:00 pm

    margo, love this. And I’m going to follow them on Twitter now. And I’m going to steal this idea – remixing tweets into a poem.

    hark wild racer

    • margo roby

      27/04/2013 at 12:03 pm

      wild racer hark [I really really am jealous], I tweeted them to let them know they were in a poem and got a reply from The Tide. Now, how cool is that!


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