NaPoWriMo – Day 18

Each day for the month of April, the Cedar Bark Poets are writing a poem a day in celebration of NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing month. Poems are posted here daily. Let Katheren know if you would like to participate!

“And now for our prompt (optional, as always)! Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that incorporates “the sound of home.” Think back to your childhood, and the figures of speech and particular ways of talking that the people around you used, and which you may not hear anymore. My grandfather and mother, in particular, used several phrases I’ve rarely heard any others say, and I also absorbed certain ways of talking living in Charleston, South Carolina that I don’t hear on a daily basis in Washington, DC. Coax your ear and your voice backwards, and write a poem that speaks the language of home, and not the language of adulthood, office, or work. Happy writing!”


Paskall House

Morning cups of tea
Would start the day
First bit of peace
To guide her way

Children’s footsteps
Here and there
Sometimes driving her crazy
She would say “fly” and give that stare

Many times of laughter
Many times of tears
Each brought a loving hug
One that I will remember for years

Rocking out to many different tunes
Music was so loud, it was a concert in the home Really enjoyable memories Never feeling alone

Dogs were always barking
Making us feel safe and adored
Mom’s court child really
A lot on her plate, never really bored

“There is no such word as can’t,
You can do anything you put your mind to”
A favourite saying of hers
Words of encouragement, for us to keep pushing through

“Pack your shit, let’s go”
Was my Dad’s surprise thing to say
Us children eagerly screaming in delight WOuldn’t care where we went, but it brightened our day

For years there was always tea
A piece of peace shared with us
Would travel anywhere for that peace
Whether by car or bus

Now the house seems too quiet
Despite three of us living there
Cups of tea still bring peace
As they are filled with Mom’s love and care.

– Rhiannon


The Five-O is Rollin’ Up

Chilling’ with my home fry’s
My beater runs outta gas
Get bent
Dude, check your fuel
I said take a chill pill,
Roll up sum smoke,
Let’s get blitzed
Cruising the streets again,
Seen the richie posse roll by,
Killer ride
Oh snap those colours are raw
Home girl, your in the mix,
That shirt is icy,
Forsure legit kicks too
She says “step off, back up off me”
Your a noobie
Most definitely
Are you bringing’ your jams to the party This party is gunna get crunk Yo man, have any dope CD’s “Let’s bounce, its getting late.”

– Jonah


Back past home

Canadian Eh, don’t ya knew, we just don’t change up here, so they say

On the west coast we are such a diverse range, exposed to so many cultures, and so much rain! here on the wet west coast.
not different would be different you see, so everyone is just everyone to me

But I’m not sure I can well explain it, not even if you plea

everyone has audio idiosyncrasies, linguistically shy or bombastic the echo of which bounce around the back of our mind, patterns of speech, cadence or rhyme that come to the forefront from time to time

some people you remember as talking still, others to watch the accompanying hand gestures in itself was a thrill.

each fingerprinted conversation style, into which your mind dialled pressed deeply into your mind, forever filed

only roughly able to be conveyed, the details accurately, can not be relayed
only if they too have it firsthand styled in their mind can the connection be fully made

for time does not convey sound, as wrong as that point seems as I bring it around

for though there maybe video and audio recording, but communication is so much more in the brain that needs sorting. the little facets, taste, touch and smell, feelings at the time, all things that change to the brain how this thing we sell, and how in and out of our memory these things are porting

everyone has different ways of comporting, and of messages shorting

I can look back, fondly, and recall, but I can I take you there? hardly at all, you’d probably just disinterestedly stare

Euphemisms and phrases and all the little inside jokes it raises
But there is a whole other level, of thoughts that to you would just seem odd and disheveled

so we can walk and talk about the weather, but to try and convey the past, I’m not sure aboot whether

But Keep yer stick on the ice, We’re all in this together. I’m pulling for ya

-W.B.


Ecretsay

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Ayday onglay eway pokesay odecay
Ostlymay choolsay,oysbay
Ometimesay eway alkedtay unchlay
Roveday eoplepay admay
Ostlymay oysbay
Eway ereway oungyay
Emmedsay osay unnyfay
Aughlay tillsay

– Athkay

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