npm:4  Professor gave us the challenge to take the word "heuristic" and use it.  (It was the most stimulating thing he said today.)  As an extremely acronymly challenged person, this is my offering.

How in the h

Eck do people take un

Usual words and rec

Reate them into someth

Ing that mean

S something else en

Tirely and call it educat

Ionally sound logi

C?

I was going to explain to context of heuristics in this class.  But since I don't care, why would you?

national poetry month: day 3 bluemooncat poetry 16. prose poem: crane, tilt, sugar, song, resurrection, pocket watch, debris

She spills sugar on the counter.  This morning she tilted her head at me in that coy way that is just so cute it makes me smile. I’m sure she knows that.  They are both smarter than me.  Anyhow she did the head thing and looked at me with those big gray blue eyes, her father’s eyes only not tired, and started talking about the easter bunny.  Right. The easter bunny.  And the list of necessary items that bouncing bunny, whom she very well knows is her mother, should consider bringing.  Gravy mix and some swimmy cat food.  My words on the last not hers, she’d prefer live fish.  And muffin mix.  The smell of blueberry muffins permeates the house right now.  “Do you know the muffin mix, the muffin mix.”    Ethel Merman and laughter fill the room.  But not from the kid- the easter bunny goody quest too serious for laughter.  And I remember long ago that Abraham Lincoln lived in a “debris hut”.  (What 4 year old knows the word “debris”?)  And I remember the day she finally conquered folding a paper crane- conquered herself really, the ability was always there.  I put away my pocket watch, not wanting to see the time go as fast as it is.  She is the resurrection and the life.  I spill sugar too.

Not the right song for the lyric, but too bad.  This is the reason I attempted to learn the oboe a couple years ago.  I really was amusingly awful.  I love this particular part of Requiem, but think the whole thing is pretty amazing.  Gives me goose-bumps just remembering how incredible it was to learn and sing the whole thing.  Gloria ain't exactly chopped liver either.  Rutter.  Genius.

national poetry month: day 2 AND 
bluemooncat enormous thing: 37. a poem about doing something for the last time

you

were never worth it

you took a piece of my soul

and I let you

cried endless tears for you

let your cancer

steal my shiny

no more

my tears are mine

my soul is mine

you

are nothing

my words reclaim

what I never should

have given away.


I'm going through a melodramatic phase. Perhaps tomorrow there will be a happy poem.

bluemooncat enormous thing 17 and national poetry month (see @murisopsis to lay blame)

Write a poem about something you don’t want to tell anyone about.